Tonight we're the sea and the rhythm there

The ocean is beautiful. I'm listening to The Sea and The Rhythm frankly enough. It reminds me of meditating in my favorite spot in the world. Beneath the moon tonight, we're the sea. I was reading over my posts and I seem to randomly slip lyrics into the sentences. Which is sort of flighty...and fun...apperently I miss flighty. But in all honesty I think I've found my flighty freedom, just realizing that I was me. No one else, and I control everything that goes on in my life. No more parents. It has made me incandescently happy. I have friends. My own place to live, my own responsibilities, my own everything. Sure this will be heightened when I have an apartment. Dorms suck. But I'm free. From my internal net. Finally.

Fight Club

By far a fantastic movie. I watched half of it last night and intend to continue after this 9:50 class. Which I should go to now. Welp, perhaps a bad time to blog. Toodles.

Blog Whore

I recently acquired a Tumblr, and as much fun as that is sometimes I prefer to write my guts out. I'm laying in my spiffy warm dorm (yes that rhymed) after going to my first class of my spring semester. The class I went to was english or food and culture. I quite frankly enjoyed watching this adorable old women talk to us about food. Admittedly my stomach did get queasy after talking about foods we wouldn't eat, but I drank some water when I got back to my dorm and I feel a tad better. I have such a weird stomach, it gets queasy when I talk about gross things or when I see too much blood in movies...but only when it feels like it? For example sometimes I am completely fine with blood and gross things...guess it depends on the day?

I have plenty of free time right now, and I've been contemplating going to Lake Ave. but I'd much rather sit here in my rare silence and read my new cosmopolitan while listening to the Hobbit on tape.

Cheerio