Don’t open Pandora’s box…

Unless you are willing to dabble with danger and the unknown. I’m watching “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” right now and that’s exactly what I think of when I watch this movie.

My writing has been a little off lately, and I think it’s because about 6 people at my work told me they read my site. I like it that they do, but it’s just that I have to realize now there is a different audience besides all the people I went to high school with. I think it’s better though, because it lends to a better and wider ranging critique of one’s work and writing.

“Plain and uninspired, with sort of a stale smell…” The same could be said about a lot of things.

The past week at school was a reckless one. In terms of class and homework, I suppose I could have been a bit more responsible. But there’s only a week left and then finals so I can just get it together this weekend and come out on top. I accredit my lack of attendance to laziness. I’ve been awake and in time to go to class, I just have chosen not to lately. Sabs might blame it on Food Club, but I blame it on just plain old laziness. I’m still ahead of everything though in terms of homework.

Speaking of Food Club, however, it’s turned into more of the staying awake until 6am Club. We got to Lulu’s apartment at midnight on Wednesday and didn’t leave until the sun was coming up Thursday morning. That was fucking hella fun. But I stand by what I told Sabs, that emotion is a weakness, and while I enjoyed our conversations, I still wish that people knew nothing of what I thought.

Have my brain picked? That’s venturing into dangerous territory. You might not like what you find, and you might not be able to put the lid back on the box. Of course, I’ve never managed to get the lid off of that box myself, so maybe even I don’t know what makes my mind tick. But if you've been reading my writing, you might have a good idea thus far of how it all works. Then again, it just might be the source of more questions.

Reciprocity is what my father preached, and in all honesty, in this case it would be a blessing, but something tells me I won’t have the pleasure.