jakiiiro:
Photographs taken inside musical instruments making them look like large and spacious rooms.
mierswa-kluska.
The bus is really empty. Has it always been like this? I’ve never realized how empty the bus ride to the airport is, probably because it’s always packed to maximum capacity on the way to CMU. There’s only two people.. Including me haha. But I guess the first time I was sleepy, the second time was filled with friends, and the third time was a generous ride. Oh, and each time I was sent off with a kiss and a hug. :) I was even lucky enough to have two backup plans for storage ahh such kind, gracious friends! TSA is family. byebye all the friends who took care of me! See you in three months
My first day of finals begin tomorrow! I can only imagine what type of dreams nightmares I’ll be having tonight. Probably something along the lines of horrifying Econ monsters…
It’s been a long year and many indescribable things have happened. It’s a shame that in just a week, I’ll be home, in my own room, own house, own neighborhood. I wonder how the seniors will branch off into the real world… hopefully into great happiness and success.
It’s true I’ve been a bit disappointed in these past few weeks… over a certain friend, but I realize that as a graduating senior, his emotional stresses must be far greater. Whatever the matter, I’m sad that we can’t be better friends, but kudos for being an amazingly cheerful and amiable person. I probably can’t accept the fact that I’m just another one of the fuck ton of freshman you’ve had to get to know, but whatevs, it was great chatting to you :). Go get ‘em!
Time to go get all the fucking finals yee.
Now dance, fucker, dance, he never had a chance
And no one even knew, it was really only you
My head rings, but in a good way. Ending the day with Lupe Fiasco was great. :) Halfway into his first song, he notified everyone that the bomber suspect was captured, and then he just went on to being amazing. For an hour and a half, the tiredness from the day and days before washed away. Too many things were all crashing together in just a few days, but tomorrow is the last and then I can be free. :)
Yay Boston <3.
And instant new fan of Lupe Fiasco. :)
And sleep for tomorrow’s race, night!
10 hours to do everything that we’ve been working towards for the entire year. I’m so tired, and I feel like the upperclassmen have basically given up, especially the seniors. Everyone’s on edge and not even the booth chairs showed up. So many things have gone wrong and the moral can’t get any lower. Ugh, I feel like such a disappointment to our alumni.
I can’t even help out tonight. ): I have to sleep for race day and pray I don’t crash. I’m so worried about the chute I can’t even joke about it. I wish I could just do rolls one more time to make sure I don’t crash. And last night’s spinning was so scary. I thought I was going to hit the curb and fuck up my face again.
So many thoughts running through my head. The frying hot sun beating down on our backs this morning. The hour during my all nighter that I just can’t remember. The look on Jeff’s face while he stared at the walls with only half an hour left, as if there was nothing he could do and it was hopeless… he even had a paintbrush in his hand that just lay limp. Dennis trying to rally moral, Frank frustrated, Leo and Richard so frustrated. Joyce missing work and crying, but trying her hardest. Everyone pulling an all nighter.
The facebook statuses hurt but I bet everyone could relate. Carnival is hard, booth is hard. We didn’t sleep, eat, or drink for 24 hours so we’re just working on adrenaline. I didn’t even realize I was dehydrated until I described the feeling of standing up to Marisa. I forgot that I forgot about water for an entire day… hunger wasn’t even an issue after the initial state of hunger.
I just want to finish. I don’t even care about winning anymore… I just care about putting our months of hard work into a showcase so we can be proud of everything.
I also want to take a day… and just walk around midway and enjoy everything. Enjoy the booths everyone else made, the rides, the food, the performances.
Well I can’t think straight anymore so I’m going to sleep. This wasn’t even a rant… it was more like a depressed complaint. I’m too tired, anxious, and morally depressed to be angry. Why won’t anything fucking work out for once?
Take a look around
All things green and brown
They are here to stay.
Shh shh. It don’t matter shit what other people think.
ventventvent.
vent vent vent.
vent…
tears.
Cruelty at its finest.
I’ve never just closed my eyes and listened to the sounds weave around each other until now… so carefree~
ryan-a:
My newest story This Was Our Pact is FINISHED! You can download a high resolution DRM free PDF of the whole thing (80 pages) right here:
This Was Our Pact by Ryan Andrews
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Thank you so much to everyone who has been sharing this along the way.
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jeffreymann:
White Blue Peacock
This bird is a crossbreed between blue and white peacocks. The result is one spectacular creature.
