So I Heard You're Still Alive

Why yes, we're back. Since some of my projects are coming right along, I figured it might be good to document the process. I think it'll make it a lot easier to keep track of things. Gonna be a crazy next 6 months...

So I Heard You're Boned

Why yes, yes I am.

Sometimes life gets so good that you expect something bad to happen. This is one of those times.

Luckily, I've had a few weeks to think about it. After an awesome spring break, full of seeing old friends, renewing old friendships, and making new ones, it all had to come crashing down at some point. I definitely thought I would take it in stride, but it hit me pretty hard. Regardless of seeing it coming, I was in a daze all of last week.

I guess it's moving on time. Try again? Forgo all of that shit? Decisions decisions...

Decompressing after days of rushing is just about the worst feeling ever.

I can't believe it's almost over. I'm not ready to move on yet.

The blissful thing about being sick is that you don't have the mental capacity to think in the long term.

Unfortunately, now everything is coming apart at the seams. I know it will get salvaged somehow, but I foresee a lot of bs and all-nighters. This always happens, doesn't it?

Everything just explodes for a while, and then it all comes back together. Guess some of us just don't get to live stable lives. That's the price you pay for excitement, I suppose.

Pipe Dreams

You know you're OCD when you have dreams about hand-sanitizer fundraisers.

Lern 2 OCD nub

I'm not sure if it's right to be all haughty when someone says something like "omg I'm so OCD cause I like to wash my hands a lot", because I'm usually thinking "bitch, please. I was doin' that shit in 7th grade. No tics, no rits, get outta here kid."