the other day, i was wearing my sunglasses, sitting in my car in the garage and mistaked a black spider ring from halloween to be a real, huge, black (that's what she said) spider. feeling my mind slowly creep up that freak-out ladder, being able to feel the gauge run closer to red, was surreal. then letting out a from-the-gut, pure-relief "HAH!" was like a release from some horrible grip on my heart.
we've been talking about my grandpa a lot lately and it made me realize i still don't feel like he's gone. or rather, been gone for about 7 years. such a dope, dope guy. also made me think about being so detached from death and tragedy that it borderlines one.
back to not studying, i guess. so many transcendental, nihilistic or just standard "bigger picture" thoughts for one week. i wonder what's going to happen when i truly have free time? go on superfuture and always, always procrastinate (but never make sense)? i just need to focus.
and... every year, a "post an anonymous secret, etc." post rolls along. and i think every year, i do it. so go ahead. secrets, confessions, pictures, thoughts, shout outz, you know.
ps. HEY! i want to do a movie marathon in theaters after finals. and if you want to go on a mini-trip... please let me know. i've got a bad case of wanderlust again.