today was an uneventfull day at school.
one of those days where you feel nothing is leading to anything worthwhile and important. i find this really odd since i strongly believe if you can't find joy in small things, then you probebly can't find joy in life.
i enjoy looking at the sky. taking a pause just to feel swallowed up in this big empty space. but i don't feel insignificant. i feel comforted. I'm always in awe at its beauty. It's odd how so simple it is. molecules of water in the atmosphere. after it gets heavy enough, it forms clouds and eventually falls back to earth in various forms and shapes.
i started reading an other book. it's called The Fuck-Up. its about a guy who does his best to live a life in new york with every fresh pile of shit life drops on him. i love the writting style. it shows the writers is an experienced poet.
i was talking to one of my best friends today. i haven't seen him in quite a while. it was good to just hang out a bit with him. he was talking about this fact he learned in university today. how on average if you read 2 books throughout a year you are apparently a "heavy reader". everything underneath is the average. in fact i think zero is the norm. i think that is sad.
i love to read. I've read three books this summer. right now I'm reading two at the same time. (The Fuck-Up like i mentioned, and an other called Striking the Balance)
... back to subject. My friend on the other hand, barely reads. He only reads the newspaper, magazines and the internet. I laughed when he said the Internet. I don't consider this reading. So much of it on the internet is terrible. (Like my grammar for instance) While we were talking, my friend suddenly stopped. he looked like he was trying to listen to something. I stopped and do the same. We could hear these soft moaning sounds coming from his parent's bedroom! hahah that was fucking halarious. i just remembered when his mom answear the door in her nightgown. that's about when i called it quits and left.
who else has runned into their parent's having sex?
one of those days where you feel nothing is leading to anything worthwhile and important. i find this really odd since i strongly believe if you can't find joy in small things, then you probebly can't find joy in life.
i enjoy looking at the sky. taking a pause just to feel swallowed up in this big empty space. but i don't feel insignificant. i feel comforted. I'm always in awe at its beauty. It's odd how so simple it is. molecules of water in the atmosphere. after it gets heavy enough, it forms clouds and eventually falls back to earth in various forms and shapes.
i started reading an other book. it's called The Fuck-Up. its about a guy who does his best to live a life in new york with every fresh pile of shit life drops on him. i love the writting style. it shows the writers is an experienced poet.
i was talking to one of my best friends today. i haven't seen him in quite a while. it was good to just hang out a bit with him. he was talking about this fact he learned in university today. how on average if you read 2 books throughout a year you are apparently a "heavy reader". everything underneath is the average. in fact i think zero is the norm. i think that is sad.
i love to read. I've read three books this summer. right now I'm reading two at the same time. (The Fuck-Up like i mentioned, and an other called Striking the Balance)
... back to subject. My friend on the other hand, barely reads. He only reads the newspaper, magazines and the internet. I laughed when he said the Internet. I don't consider this reading. So much of it on the internet is terrible. (Like my grammar for instance) While we were talking, my friend suddenly stopped. he looked like he was trying to listen to something. I stopped and do the same. We could hear these soft moaning sounds coming from his parent's bedroom! hahah that was fucking halarious. i just remembered when his mom answear the door in her nightgown. that's about when i called it quits and left.
who else has runned into their parent's having sex?
"i find this really odd since i strongly believe if you can't find joy in small things, then you probebly can't find joy in life."
Everyone always laughs at me...I constanly get distracted by things and I'm always touching stuff. I touch the bark on the trees and the grass and I love running my hands under water and seeing how it runs off in different patterns when I move them. I love the feeling of sand between my toes and paint all over my hands. Watching bugs walk...and people watching in general. Life is so beautiful and wonderful, but no one ever stops to notice.