lets get something straight here, i purposefully misspelled weekend because I love the weeknd (aka abel tesfaye), he’s a marvelous singer and i haven’t been able to get his music out of my head.
Anyways, ONWARDS WITH MY WEEKEND
It all started when the fire nation attacked…well… not necessarily, if by fire nation i mean munich and by attacked i mean my good friend stepahnie leaving me for a…
Hello. My name is Andrea. My floor is by definition, a mess. It houses all my: garbage, clothes, shoes, and homework. All of these things live in peace and everything makes sense in this disorder i created. Theres always so many things going on down there, sometimes i think there is a friend residing beneath all that stuff.
i look down at it and its like looking at the sky. I see shapes of things created by the outlines of my clothes and papers, its like looking at the clouds and seeing something that shouldn’t be in the sky, like a cloud in the shape of a squirrel-this is why i think my spirit animal is a squirrel, 7/10 times i see a squirrel in the clouds.
i have this weird notion that entropy functions as a way to make things make sense. EXHIBIT A-Nature. Everything in the ocean is not neatly kept, the clouds aren’t neatly drawn, the trees aren’t always straight, and thus my floor is never clean.These things all have one thing in common-disorder, and yet life still goes on! There is nothing wrong with my floor, i guess when i start tripping over stuff its about that time to clean some things out, put things away. Thats how i sort of see my life, theres nothing wrong with being a little bit out of control, when i start tripping i will probably pick some things up you know? but i will live in the moment and everything I’ve observed has taught me that this disorder is what makes a tree different from another, a cloud not a cloud, and the ocean is so magnificent because we will never comprehend the grandiosity of everything below the surface, and thats okay. we’re all still alive.
so please, be a little messy ;)