I just had a thought. I daydream all of the time, with the aid of music. And I've been thinking about maybe turning some of my abstract into something more concrete. I should listen to a Circa Survive song (for example Your Friends Are Gone at the moment) and then try and write a counterpart set of lyrics that describe the event that possibly lead up to the writing of that song. Haha. Hmm.
My feet are cold. I'm going to put some socks on.
These pants I'm wearing are rather large. I don't think they were when I bought them 2 weeks ago. That means good things, lol. I mean they are ridiculously huge. Which makes me look huge. But they are so comfykins. Ever so comfykins.
This is with whom I spent my Sunday:
It was quite good fun. We got nothing done. But we ate pizza and sang songs about presidential assassinations. I heart my friends lol. They make my waking hours happy.
Now I have to plan out this essay for Smead, and maybe do some chemistry homework. Just maybe. Good night.