Registratin' as a Senior

Wowee! Upperclassmenship definitely has its perks.

Look at me, getting into that Advanced Creative Writing Class. Gosh-em golly, the goal class I set for myself to get into freshman year and I've finally realized it. Butt-pats for me!

And today I ran thirty-two hundred-one hundred ninety nine and ONE meters (3200) in

exactly ten minutes! 10:00.10.

Soon that number before the colon will be a single digit. Very soon.
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One more month until 21!

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Memory is a powerful thing. Maybe the MOST powerful thing? Maybe...

I like memories. Memory is like vomiting if vomiting was awesome. I like when something happens to you, or you do something, and it sticks with you. Like it really sticks out and you can spend however long you want just mulling it over and examining it and making meaning of it and it doesn't even have to be recent. You can go back to your memories from years and years ago and evaluate them and find new things in them and it's like your editing and analyzing your own life.

Then I was going to make an analogy to the digestive system where it'd be cool if we had a special pouch by the spleen where we could store really good meals, and if you couldn't find anything good to eat you could just regurgitate it and chew it over a second time.

But memory is even better than that!

I think memory is important for the quiet moments. Because you can't always be around people or doing something and lose yourself. Sometimes there's nothing to do and you just have to be around yourself. And that self is memory. And if you can't control that or like what you see then you're in a pretty scary place.

MEMORY IS SO FREAKIN' COOL! ISN'T IT!? IT'S LIKE THIS REALITY THAT WE TREAT AS FACT BUT IT'S REMOVED FROM OUR SENSES WHICH ARE ALREADY BIASED AND AT THAT POINT IT'S JUST UP TO WHATEVER WE WANT TO MAKE IT.

Um...uh...I have too much to say and not enough words.

memory is...crazy. It's like a pie in a pie and you make the pie based off another pie but you are the pie and it affects all other future pie and at the same time you have to try to balance creating a functional pie to match up with other pie but still make it our own so other people can't take or control your pie and then alcohol makes the pie into like a ghost pie and everyone tells you about this pie you made/ate and you don't have a pie for that but it still happened! That pie existed! And you were there! And you made it! But you don't have it! You only have copies of the pie.

Respect pie.

I CAN BE A HAUNTED PIE!