It used to be hard for me to understand how a single being could contain both happiness and sadness. I learned that it's not a paradox.
The paradox now is doubting with faith. Or doubting faithfully.
Considering: Perth, Berlin, Munich, Sydney, Santa Fe. The next two years.
"What was it I was going to ask you?....Oh yeah. Are you a—" "Lesbian?" "No—" "Oh." "A pothead."
A couple different people have called me chill this year. I like it because it really surprises me.
Having graduated, there is a fantastic spaciousness to my life, something I would dance around in yelling "sixty years, sixty years, free free free anything I want, anywhere" but even that wouldn't really communicate to you how I feel. There is just so much time! I mean, what can't you do, with that amount of time? I've never been one to talk about "life" or "the real world" as something distinct from life-before-college-graduation, but at the moment it really does feel like the beginning of something truly mine.
I've been sick for the past week and a half, but it's pretty great to be alive/me/here.
There is no season like winter in San Francisco.