That said, I am happily devouring To Kill a Mockingbird. Guys. This. Book. I know it's cheesy to gush over a renown classic as if I'm the first one in to pick it up off of the shelf and crack it open...but still, I feel the need to express my love for such a legacy in literature.
With that said, life been accompanied by my constant grumblings about the math and history I have yet to complete. I hate the way general work and responsibility saps at you until you feel too weak to do anything but lull out on the carpet alongside a pile of dirty clothes and feel sorry for yourself.
Anyway.
Apart from the grumbling and dirty clothes, I've been having various calendar events to dance my way through, including graduations, gatherings, and pool parties. The kind that you need to remember to take your phone out of your pocket for.
Sometimes instead of recording my thoughts and peculiarities from my head onto my blog I wish that I could just hook a cable to my brain and download my memories into neat little folders that could be arranged inside of my PC. Instead I have to work up the motivations to decrypt my own thought process and word it into a legible form of storytelling.
I have California plans.
Which sounds vague and mysterious and exciting, but it really just means that I'm going to build houses for people on the west coast. Also, there is a 72% chance of a death-by-being-devoured-by-a-Kracken during my oceanic seaside surfing ventures soon to come.
Apart from these assorted excitements, I have little else to inform you, my dear Internet void.
I sleep late, I think long, and I watch as my little piece of reality morphs and changes in the way it was always meant to.
until another writerly kick in the pants,
Kismint
