Ask not why it rains; the weather, it weeps for me
…oh such conceit.

Such vainglory, that the heavens would pour out and the floodgates open, that the sky’s fury would come for one man’s tears.

So, take it not as the weather matching my mood, but my mood matching the weather.
…and now it”s no longer gloomy, grey, or wet. Just dark. How fitting.

but now it’s far too wallowing and self-pitying to believe I actually wrote the above a few hours ago. These are the kinds of things one does when stream-of-consciousness-ing over the course of a few hours. With YouTube-ing in between.

Current mood:Meh
Well, let’s get into the post-promos spirit. Seeing as how studying seemed so futile and wholly un-life-satisfying, surely I’d have plenty to try and fill life with, especially now that promos are over. I’m being incoherent again, so forgive me, as I stream-of-consciousness again. That said, it seems like I really haven’t been doing anything worth my while lately, and before, after, and now, especially after, promos, the feeling of great waste and fruitlessness is exacerbated.

“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.” –C.S. Lewis

If I’ve been letting a hunger for another world within me grow, and I haven’t nourished myself with every word that comes from the mouth of God, then there’s only one thing left to do.


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