*this is the kitchen while my mother makes a pinapple martini mix on Saturday. She was going to a martini party, and she had to create her own. She put vodka in my peach nectar by accident. We had a laugh.
*At this point my mom is yelling saying, "people are going to think we are drunks, don't post this one online."
*Above is what I discovered whilst making my breakfast/lunch. Oh mom.These are pictures that will one day, grace the cover of the book I dedicate to the years i've lived with my mother.
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I will not acknowledge the piles of homework that wobble in my periphery. Wobble more dear homework, right now I am perusing job search engines, Gmail, Facebook, Youtube, Literature online, and everything but.
What is more; I don't care.
I don't care that you wobble and bark at me in notebook form, in assignment form, in grade form. This new feeling of not caring about homwork concerns a tiny bit of me (mainly the conscious me), but life is starting to look grainy. I am starting to feel like life is a textile pattern where paintings formerly hung. Get me? Everything feels more real. This is scary stuff.
I can no longer use the excuse, "I'm a student" when i have no money/job. hello responsibility.
20 something syndrome, yes?
We all feel it i know i know.
- A.
