i'm usually not a fat sucker for words on love, as they tend to be all too similar/cliched/obnoxious/hollow/empty/fucked up/obnoxious/obnoxious, but i found this one to be quite universal, for lack of a better description. sometimes i worry about losing touch with friends and sometimes i have little pouts of stress induced by fear of breaking away from something i love (whether it be english, the entertainment industry, etc.). leave it to steinbeck for some alleviation!
(shout out to my buddy patrick @ thepatformist for posting it)
"Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away." isn't that just nice? read the whole letter, written to his son, here.
284. pretending
285. beach house, and lots of it
286. blogging in study areas
287. banana chips and overly sweetened tea for dinner (fuck yeah health?)
288. parking far away, giving ample time and room for a leisurely stroll
289. listening to the beatles in the morning (since i was little, i convinced myself that, in order to have a really exceptional day, you must start the day by listening to the fab four)
290. dreaming of frozen yogurt
I like this. Also, I hope you didn't have to park too far away! One of the many joys of SB is stalking the "walkers" in the parking lot and taking their spot. ;) it's a learned trade. if you ever want anything more to eat than nanner chips, the cafeteria in the Student building has hot meals amongst other dishes like fruit bowls and cold sandwiches. Just sayin'
ReplyDeletethanks boobs! i made the mistake of driving around the campus to get to the village classrooms.. next time i'll just walk the trek :) and thanks for the tricks of da trade, i had no idea sb had a cafeteria. FROOT BOWLZ
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