I guess sometimes there just aren't enough rocks

Me: bleh, sometimes I feel like crawling under a rock
Candice: me to
Candice: and never come back out
Candice: i want to become part of the rock
Candice: to grow on it like moss
Candice: and just.....chill


Well, today's midterm did not actually completely rape me in the ass. I actually did much better than I thought I would. I can confidently say I'm expecting to pass it.

... Took my first awkward ride up the elevator with Alan in it. Kinda wondered what would happen if that ever occured. Now I know.
We just pretend the other doesn't exist.
Doesn't make me any happier.

Once I was in Fairhaven I felt better. Surrounded by cool people, hanging out with them, watching stupid flash cartoons with Eric, boffing practice.
And then sometimes you wonder how far is too far when reaching out to people.
I really am too dependant.
Koala to a tree dependant. (Note: Koala's feel the safest when they cling tightly to their trees. Without their tree they feel vulnerable and are basically helpless)

Do these cycles ever really end, or are they just temporily stopped once in a while?

And how existential can you get, really?

At least one happy moment: http://content.ytmnd.com//187000/187322/image.gif