Today I took the time to scroll all the way back through countless posts and statuses and picture updates to find my first ever Facebook post. Apparently it was “is bored =(” which isn’t nearly as cool or funny as I had hoped it would be. Taking a peek through all that information, however, was really rewarding. It took seeing all those messages to see where I’ve come and where I started out. It was interesting to see how my relationships with people have changed - from becoming the best of friends or having people drift away. It was evident that I’ve changed, too. Some of my status updates, for example, were really embarrassing. I was such a newbie. Others were really endearing and funny, some were things that were personal enough that I probably wouldn’t post them today. Looking back, there are definitely some traits I know are lurking deep down inside me that I’d like to polish off and shine up - I miss little parts of me c:
So, there’s this generating station in some sort of near-ish proximity my house that emits a baritone humming sound at a veeeeery low frequency for no other reason than to annoy me late at night (maybe). It is audible to me thanks to the rock our house has been built on. Best part is it’s not ceasing. It’s that kind of noise that completely envelops a room and it’s almost thick enough to feel. It sort of sounds like that “duuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn” noise from Inception (uh-oh). It makes me feel like a crazy person. OH GOSH, THE DREAM IS COLLAPSING NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Madre says she can hear it too. Maybe we’re both cray-cray… Oh gosh. I should never have watched half of Inception. Poop. I’m going to wake up and remember this and have an existential crisis in the morning. Was the totem still spinning at the end?! Nobody really knows. Frightening. It is too late for me to be on the internets. INEEDSHLEEPGUIZEYAY.