MMMBop
Last night = HUGE. A little throw back style, except I never drank in middle school... now I do.
Still drunk... I had a little surprise when I woke up this morning as well.
I Was Blind-sided, Yeah Out on the Street
This just in: this may be my last semester at Madison.
Damn...
Never Felt Magic Crazy As This
Every so often you come across a moment, sometimes the blink of an eye other times an entire evening, when you have to step back and ask yourself, "Am I dreaming?" The stimuli around you seem to culminate in an aesthetic blend of serenity. Your mind is clutched by a sense of reverberation, you are held captive to this atmosphere, unable to think, only able to absorb the world around you. A moment of intense perception and awareness, these moments left forever etched, most vividly, in your mind. Beauty derived from the fact that you are not attempting to achieve this, but rather how it falls upon you slowly like a gentle snow on a calm winter's eve. It comes in many forms: the way the sun lights up her hair as she smiles at you on a brisk autumn afternoon; the moment immediately before you strike the game-winning goal, when you know it's destined to hit the back of the net; the midnight dive into the lake, thunderstorm overhead providing just enough light to find one another's smiles. A few of these moments have crept upon me in the past few weeks, a frequency that is rare I must say, but to those who contributed thank you. Believe when I say it will not soon be forgotten.