Taking Life Too Seriously

You know when you get to the point where you feel so sick but know you should eat something just on the mere timeline of when you last ate? That’s how I’m feeling right now and I still have one flight and an hour drive back to school. All I want to do is bury myself in my bed in The Cave and sleep for the rest of the day. Ugh I feel like i’m going to vomit any second now. Taking this to a whole different level, I think there are times in life when you feel this way and it has nothing to do with a red eye flight. There are things that make you feel so sick and you know what you can do to make it a little better but can’t bring yourself to do it for whatever the reason may so you suffer. Delayed gratification ain’t all it’s cracked up to be right now.

So I pretty much always forget I have this and then I remember and think that I’m going to be really good about posting but let’s be real. I probably won’t remember and not enough people read this to remind me to post. However, my brother is dedicated to his tumblr and I am proud of him for that among many other things. His posts make me cry in the best way possible and I can see him becoming a magnificent writer. So maybe when he visits on tuesday, his dedication and talent will rub off on me. I can only hope and dream.

This is a bad sign. The Ho is ALWAYS over air conditioned. Even when it’s -7 degrees outside. Need to find a new lunch spot brrrr.

(Source: dancewithmeloverofmysoul)

For my brother
For my heart and soul
For my twin
For the one who keeps me in stitches
For the one who is stronger than he will ever know or acknowledge
For the one with the big ears
For the one with a love of elephants and family
For the one who doesn’t know the word vulnerable
For the one that is
For the one with goals, dreams, God
For the one who constantly surprises me
For the one smarter than me
For the one who believes
For the one going to Dartmouth
For the one made of long limbs and big talk
For the one I want to call my best friend
For the one I always miss
For the one who can’t be contained in this list
For the one I love more than I know how
For my brother.

I love you

Novelty (derived from Latin word novus for “new”) is the quality of being new. Although it may be said to have an objective dimension (e.g. a new style of art coming into being, such as abstract art or impressionism) it essentially exists in the subjective perceptions of individuals. (Wikipedia)

Novelty- new, exciting, fulfilling for the moment. I can feel the hair raise on my arm and my heart pounding in my chest. It’s as if the bottom has just fallen out from under us and things are different, time is frozen but only for a second. It’s a rush. The curiosity if overpowering. New. Exciting. Wanting more. Because who wants to look to the past? But it wears off. The biological responses end. Heart is back to normal. Time continues. The moment is gone. There will always be something new, but it must always become old.