diary livejournal fossils
The navy blue I’ve been seeing at waist level in front of me and to my left is contentment. I’m not entirely sure that it being omnipresent is a good thing, however, considering the colors it’s mixed with. Am I really content with longing and hopelessness? It’s not out of the question, I suppose that it could just be another aspect of my personality. But that just brings up the question of whether or not it’s something I ingrained into myself through habit, something where I just kinda accepted that feeling such things is normal, okay, and what I want; or is it something I was born with, or that we’re all born with? Is it a side effect of love, expecting impossible desires and the blind hopelessness that follows the end of a four year undertaking?
Whatever, you’re rambling. Guilty, conspirator. Hushya.
There was a LAN in here (Caffe Sole) earlier, they just left.
Earlier today, I went to my dad’s to go shopping with Julie. Belmar kinda sucks, but I got some nice clothes. Hooray for stereotypical women. After that, I came back and had dinner with my mom. I went out to get some more applications, and that’s when the cyan took over. Now I’m just switching randomly between Dvorak and QWERTY. I suppose I should pick one