Also, I have a key to the observatory. And a grappling hook.

I can't taste anything.

Tea just hurts now.

I think I'm gonna look at the stars.

Discover a galaxy, name it after an obscure mathematician, or a Pokémon or something.

It's taking a lot more than usual to make me really happy. I am trying though, really hard. That's gotta count for something?

I have so much tea I don't even know what to do with it.

Maybe I will become lord of the tea eventually.

I will rule with an iron fist.

This cold is making me incoherent.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_hz2am90Hk&feature=related

Haha I don't know why, but this entire music video makes me laugh, nonstop.

Also, I want to get my pilot's license/be an astronaut.

More philosophical musings next time.

Tea and honey

Cities are designed for effortless movement, the grid system easily allowing identification and travel. The grid system in New York being among the more famous, I've noticed that the farther west you go, the more the grid seems to break down, the roads curve, merge, and one-ways run parallel.

The sheer size of most major cities, St. Paul and Minneapolis included, I personally feel ropes you in, makes it impossible for you to escape.

I was worried about that when I was applying to colleges, that I wouldn't be able to escape campus and the surrounding type of landscape, in this case city.

I think what I'm trying to say is that wanderlust is hitting me harder and faster than ever before and restlessness will probably be my undoing.

I just need to escape sometimes.

Classes are starting up, once again.

It poured last night, and as I biked through it, I war whooped and hollered once again, like I used to on midnight rain-runs.

Part of it was exactly the same, the yells against nature still echoed, but the steering was a bit wobbly and the tires flat.

Nothing can ever be easy, and rightfully so.

I seem to be frustrated with just about everyone surrounding me lately. Pretty randomly too, they really don't deserve it.

I've also been drinking a lot of tea and sleeping superfluous amounts. I suppose it could be said that I am recharging my batteries as classes start in 2 days.

Either way, I have Vernors and orange soda in my fridge. Nothing can touch me now, my self-esteem is protected by carbonated sodas.

It's really very sad how reliant we are for technological representations of ourselves.

I suppose I'm only adding to the pool, but I'll still write to myself in an analog fashion.