Midwestern Stylings

The sole reason for never getting your hopes up, is having those same high hopes completely leveled. These are the pitfalls of aspiration.

I've started the fire beneath my feet--set ablaze the bridge I'm trying to walk across. I thought I was past that stage in my life...

Whenever things become uncomfortable, I want to head back to something familiar. Listen to some music, talk to an old friend, write, etc. I think most of us resort to some sort of familiar comfort when the cards fall the wrong way.

Anyways, I was thinking about feelings today, how powerful and intense they can be. For example, if someone has a wonderful day, and up until 10pm that night, things were going great; and then all of a sudden, something awful happens. If anyone asks you about your day from 10pm on, all you can say is negative things, even though a great majority of the day, was actually great. Even though the good outweighs the bad...

This completely reverses the good and natural mood I've been in for the past day and a half. And that good and natural mood completely reversed the strained monotony that I felt. And that was the last feeling I remember.

My notebook gets most of the writing work these days. Sorry blog. But there are some things I can put into a blog that I don't put into a notebook, such as: I really, really dislike this one friend of my roommate. He is always in our room. He talks loud and has the demeanor of a girlfriend that you really want to break up with, but don't know how. He's always up my roommate's ass to do stuff, and it begins to annoy even me. I can't imagine how Kevin feels. Nonetheless, my breaking point is today. After keeping weird hours of sleep last night, I decided to sleep away most of today. He proceeded to call Kevin numerous times, which woke me up each time. Then he came to our room and walked in and tried to wake Kevin up to go to lunch. Kevin didn't want to, but his friend whined, "But Kevin you promised to go with me to lunch at 1". Which, again, sounds like a whiny girlfriend. Anyways, I feel like I'm going to go off on him the next time he says anything at all to me. I probably won't because I'm exceedingly nice at college, but that's how I feel at least.

Enough for now, blog.