je suis incomplète
i am now home from studying abroad in ireland and have this wretched empty feeling in my gut. i’ve been trying to keep myself busy to not think about it, but that doesn’t stop the feeling from catching me off guard. i can’t just smother it and expect it to go away. it just pokes through soon enough.. and often enough. one of my best friends from ireland just sent me a long message ending in ”ce n’est pas la même marche dans la rue sans vous tenir la main” (it is not the same walking down the street without holding hands, i‘m incomplete), and my gut just got a nice kick. i miss him, but i miss ireland just as much. this is the perfect way to describe my post studying abroad depression … i am incomplete.
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Big Sur by Hunter S. Thompson
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Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive! And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who are truly alive.
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be awesome…
so the format is true, false, i don’t know… is there a ‘i give no fucks’ option?
my entire apartment is studying for the same final right now, so we’re all loosing are sanity together. thumbs up for moral support?
we’ve been playing this on repeat:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAhOQGISLG0&feature=related
thumbs up autotune. if you haven’t seen the original go do it.
youtube “Thumbs Up for Rock and Roll!”
heavy inspirational stuff right there
