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Last week two school friends came to see his play, and he had hugged them close afterwards, comforting himself as much as greeting them. “They were an anchor of reality,” he says. To what? “To what I was and what I will be again when this crazy time in my life has passed.” 

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I'm personally trying to keep this in mind, always.


College has been... to say insane would sound so tame. I finished foundation in less than two weeks ago and over the year, I've done so many things I never thought I'd get to do, never thought I would even do, never thought I have actually been wanting to do. Degree starts next Monday, and that's another 3 years of... that. Crazy times.

Some friends said I haven't changed, and I laughed. I have, but I haven't really. I don't want to be the same person waking up this morning as I was falling asleep yesterday, but there's no denying that some people have the ability to break through and pull out my core self whenever I'm with them. And I don't fight it. Cause I know that, with these people, I don't need to put on a façade. It doesn't matter what kind of person I am around them. There's no judgement, just acceptance.

My own anchor of reality, putting me completely at ease.


- m.

+ note: I'm in Hogwarts.

Spotted this owl pigeon hole at one of the blocks in college. From a couple of months back, but still. Professor James Potter. In. My. College.

Now I'll just have to find that damned hidden swimming pool.

TWO MORE WEEKS, GUYS.


- m.

What if,

I post a bunch of drafts that I have in this blog? There's more than a dozen of them, and I hate drafts, I have enough in my journal. But I don't want to delete them. They'll probably be ambiguous as all hell and makes absolutely no sense, and pisses you off more than you already are, but like an old friend said, that's a sign of a person who doesn't know how to organize their thoughts well.

What if I'm that kind of person though? I'm that kind of person. Right now, I'm that kind of person. Cause I have too much in my head. Too many words, words twisting, jumbling up together, forming different sentences, just flowing. But I like it. At least I'm thinking. Constantly. I'm not just floating around breathing, going with the flow. I'm thinking.

Taking charge of of the places I go.


Or maybe not. I still only go wherever You go.


So... this has been a meaningless product of procrastination, thanks to some McD and 3 cups of Coke. What I should be having instead, is some dose of Psychology terms in my head, if I want to even get an A for this class next week. Blah.

Carry on, now.


- m.

phew!

it's okay now! apparently it got stuck, so all i had to do was press it a little harder than necessary. see? sometimes raging does work.

- m.

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i am not even kidding about the right arrow key okay it is seriously getting on my nerves i mean come on! let me type in peace!

- m.

in a battle of my own.

Today marks the Final Battle of Hogwarts, the day Lord Voldemort fell and in commemoration, I drew the Deathly Hallows symbol at the back of my hand. Very pointlessly so, but yes. July 14th, baby! Beware of the floods; coming in cinemas near you.

Yeah, yeah. Harry Potter nerd, hands up high and proud.


Anyway, some friends took me out to lunch at Empire today, and I'm just... okay I miss everyone now :( But thank you, loves!  It's a good break for my eyes, from all the readings I have to do off the computer, but hohoh back to work now.

Oh, the price you pray for procrastinating.

Too bad I love the pressure.

I think the right key on my keyboard is broken.

Yeah well what I'm trying to say is: July, come at me bro.


- m.

expectations:

- m.