Don't Even Sing About It

i am finally done with school. oh how glorious it is not having to constently feel stressed or anxious about completing some assignment. i got home 2 days ago. right now it feels wierd. i think it is because it hasnt really set it yet. i am sure it will soon. i start work in two days. it is a job at a organic grocery store. also i might be getting another job on top of that as well.

i finally have time for reading. and what a stack of books i have to read. yesterday i bought A Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa. it is very interesting but very complex i think. but i am slowly making mroe sense of it. i have to reread passages often but that is ok. it give me more time to enjoy it i think. the book is written as if from the journal of a man named Bernardo Soares. he is one of many of Pessoa's "heterotypes" or other personalities that he wrote under. i find Pessoa to be very interesting. i want to learn more. 

oh and i am currently listening to The Books. i really like them.

i think that is all...

no one will read this

i am getting sick. today i layed out on the grass lawn that is on campus while listening to ulrich schnauss and laying my head on my comfortable red pillow. i got sunburnt and i think i have a little sun poisoning. tomorrow i take my last exam and then i will be officially done with school for a month until i start my one summer class. i am not worried about it. it is only a simple math class. i am ready to begin working and making money. i am almost out and it is causing anxiety. my room is empty except for my computer and a few articles of clothing. i am ready to leave.