Beatae Memoriae

I have no use for Tumblr.Therefore, I’m simply going to post pictures that relate to my college experience, which is absolutely amazing, yet incredibly tedious. You know, in case anyone was wondering. 

There are a few things that I legitimately care about so when I say “I don’t care”, I literally mean that I do not care.

“No, you’re just saying that.”

I’m not. I really do not care.

“Why don’t you care about that?”

Easy. I just don’t.

“You’re just saying that to make it seem like you don’t care but you really do.”

If you honestly believe that, then you’re going to be thoroughly disappointed. 

So this is my final day in the valley before I move to Irvine. It hasn’t sunk in yet that I’m going to college, probably because I’m only about an hour and a half away.

I don’t plan on returning at all to be honest. I don’t want to just sojourn at Irvine and come back on occasion. I want to be stationed there for a good year or so. I lack motivation or even have a real purpose to come back, unless it’s Christmas or Thanksgiving. Besides that, I really don’t care.

I was recently stuck in this peculiar junction in my life in which I simply wanted to see everyone once more but at the same time, I didn’t. I wanted to say my farewells but I’m not good with that so it was better to avoid any anti-climactic meeting. I have kept a mental picture of the last time I have seen anyone of present or past significant importance; I’m not satisfied. Then again, I don’t care. I’ve said good-bye to an adequate amount of people this week and am content with that.

A close friend of mine recently said that you realize who your real friends are the days before you leave off to college. Although I don’t completely agree, there is some truth if you dig deep enough.

Am I the only one not excited for college? No? Okay awesome, because I am incredibly nervous since I’m a Biological Science major. 

I enjoy being single. I haven’t looked for anything serious because there has never really been a real reason for a relationship (That, and I have ridiculously high expectations for anything). Shit, I’ve been single for almost three years now, with an occasional thing here and there of course. I’m young, I just want to have fun. I’ll worry about finding my future wife later in life but for now, I’m just going to enjoy whatever Irvine has to offer.

I’m done with drugs (for the time being), especially with marijuana or smoking in general. It serves no purpose. I don’t feel that supposed high or even that euphoric feeling and yes I am smoking it correctly. I’ve done an array of drugs that will either get me respect or result in being looked down upon. I’m done with that aspect of my life. It’s time to focus completely in my education.

I am not however, done with alcohol. Cheers to not being a cheap alcoholic and indulging myself with bird piss beer, but instead to savoring a fine bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.

I’m typing this while enjoying a reasonably sized slice of pumpkin pie, which is perhaps the last pumpkin pie I will eat at my parents financial expense. 

I haven’t read in about a month either, so it’s evident that my writing skill has deteriorated. Not only that, but my vocabulary is mediocre at the moment. Debauchery at its finest.

My last night is bland, yet subtle. Not exciting, not memorable, but enjoyable.

I like it.

imy

aikirooo:

You occupy my mind to its full extent, like a bucket full of water. It overflows; water drips on cold cement. I long for your warmth. Plug the leak. Come to me. 

(Source: aikirooooo)

nevershoutandy:

I wish our minds could just marry other people’s minds.

No sex, nothing physical.

Just a pure mental connection.

(Source: andyts)

Tired and uninspired.