I haven't blogged for officially around 5 months. School has definitely been keeping me busy and stressed out, which unfortunately has brought my bruxism back. It's not quite severe, and not something I notice during my sleep. I feel sorry for the less fortunate who wake up with sore jaws and agonizing headaches. Speaking of which...headaches means sleep deprivation, sleep deprivation results in caffeine cravings. Caffeine cravings are not the most attractive thing on earth. I try not to fall into the fiery pits of caffeine addiction, which fortunately I have yet to be pulled into. Thank goodness. Yet, I wonder, because perhaps someday I would. I've already been popping coffee candies one by one like pills. Luckily I'm quite a forgetful person and often forget to bring some...they're like little surges of energy that don't quite work very well. I guess I'm in need of stronger dosage. Well...maybe not. I digress.
I actually don't quite understand what "I digress" means. People rarely use that phrase anyways so I'm assuming me knowing that is the least important. I digress...
I believe my IQ has either significantly lowered or I have become dumber. Oh the joys of what high school may afflict upon you. Did that last sentence make sense at all? Well...
The days have been rocketing past like the fourth of July fireworks. I have to say those are pretty amazing, especially at night on the beach. I've been pretty much exasperated that summer is coming so slowly, like frozen snails in the winter. Those are actually pretty repulsive though, so I might not go as far as to compare them...since summer is definitely a much more pleasant thing. I honestly can't wait! Especially the torment of being ill during the winter season. It's not terribly painful, but rather uncomfortable, but I guess I shouldn't complain since I'm not dying of cancer or STDs or any painful disease of the sort. Humans are pretty...high maintenance actually. Dang yo.
Life has been extremely, I don't know. I can't exactly find a fitting word. In other words, my vocabulary has been dwindling down to a measly piece of sad, wilted weed. Apparently the definition of "weed" is: A plant considered undesirable, unattractive, or troublesome, especially one growing where it is not wanted, as in a garden. Now that, is pretty darn sad. Am I a weed?
Life is great, no, amazing in some areas. However, school for me is practically like the melancholy...pitiful definition of weed. School is a weed. Not the addicting, dopamine screwing kinda of weed because school would probably be slightly more...interesting then. Not that I know how taking weed feels like. Then again, plenty of those strange beings from school have taken weed before. Maybe I should ask them? Unless they speaketh another language.
Speaking about language...I've realized that love is a whole new language. Sometimes it's in words, others it isn't. Often times it's spoken through actions, plenty through eyes. Most of the time, you feel it inside...and often times you find difficulty expressing it in any sort of humanly possible way and you sort of just float in an ocean of your own mind boggling emotions.
P.S. No one will never know how gushy and mushy like applesauce your daydreams are. No one but God :)
Love,
Kristen
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