Futile Devices

Two real finals down. Two fake ones to go. A few A.D.D. thoughts for the day while I'm SICK TO DEATH OF WRITING PAPERS!!!

#1 - Pomegranates look disgusting.

# 2 - I think I finally have grown into liking Han Solo in my old age.

# 3 - Also, I would like to state that I am wearing tiny fish net tights, a black suede-esque pencil skirt, black high heels, a grey sweater, a pearl necklace, and pearl earrings I got from a wedding I was in when I was seven (I love wearing clothes that I should have thrown away a long time ago), along with cat-eye makeup. It's like playing dress-up at work, but I can get away with it.

# 4 - Album for the day. I can't stop thinking about this album,

so I've been listening to it all day today. This goes in my top 5 albums

(for which I am starting a tag right now).

This album makes me cry and smile uncontrollably, have goosebumps, sing as loud as I can; makes me feel as if life, as it is, is epic enough somehow. That's a hard feeling to accomplish through music- a resolve, a contentment, while at the same time being adventurous and unique

-something different that somehow I can still connect with. He felt vulnerable. He felt open. He felt as if he was still in the moment when he was tracking it.

It's emotionally exhausting in the best sense possible.

I'll never get over this album.