Printemps

bonafide hustler, making my name.

... ah, i love M.I.A.

The view from the balcony is quite reminescent of Hemingway sitting on wicker chair outside some exotic locale of his... writing about bittersweet romances; too much like his life. I love the contrast. In short, the day is nice; I'm stuck inside pondering when I should begin to study. Oh, I love the contrast of dull and understated excitement that is nature. I also love Lou Reed and his crap ass music; a hybrid of pseudo-talent and drug-infused vision. No, I'm not on drugs. I detest any sort of narcotic. On a side note, I miss wearing my beret... would it be silly to wear one in spring? Perhaps I should have bought a yellow one. When I think spring, I think yellow and daisies and chocolate eggs and easter bunnies.

I haven't posted an "insightful" blog for some time now... as insightful as a blog can be. However, I do look forward to posting another blog about rolling backpacks and absurd characters. Yes, watch out for that.

Alas I shall leave you with this message... take it easy, it's not the end of the world; some guy during a Bio midterm had a seizure. Chill.