I'm happy

I'm really happy even though I feel like I've been ran over by a hundred bulls then put into war. I'm dead (and) tired. We had to do the Charleston in PE and a backbreaking stretch of tango dancing ("Just in case the scholars don't get into science, they can dance their way from unemployment"). Our PE classes are proportional mixtures of fun and muscle fatigue. Only every after PE class do I feel the right to submerge myself in a pile of chocolate with an open mouth.

No vision just instinct. Thank you Dana for taking these pictures!

Contrary to the happy life I live now is my immediate past. I was depressed - but it took me less than 24 hours to get over months and months of sadness. If you have been extremely sad lately, just try out this simple method I have used on myself:

1. Realize using your whole being that you are blessed. If you think you are not blessed, you are wrong.

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Loose Lips - Kimya Dawson 


Loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips
to San Francisco, double dutch disco,
tech. TV hottie, do it for scotty
do it for the living and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and

[we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X2]

we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be
how's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick Russell Stover, move into the starting over house
and know Matt Rouse and Jest are watching me achieve my dreams

and we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
that all this shit our president has got us in will go away
while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds

so if you wanna burn yourself remember that I love you
and if you wanna cut yourself remember that I love you
and if you wanna kill yourself remember that I love you

call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, I'll be your friend 
shysters live from scheme to scheme but my 4th quarter pipe dreams
are seeming more and more worth fighting for
so I'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
and i'll say fuck Bush and fuck this war
my war paint is Sharpie ink and I'll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful

they think we're disposable, while both my thumbsopposable,
spelled out on a double word and triple letter score and

[we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X4]

we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be