Beanstalks

Being a student is a privileged position. To be given time to be completely self indulgent and focus on your own personal growth is a beautiful thing. Sometimes things get messy, and your head can feel like one big scribble but as a student you are granted breathing space. Eventually you can figure it out. You can follow your passion and study what you like. A subject that you find fascinating: a path that you want to follow. Of course there are pressures that follow this, expectations blah blah blah. It's only now that I'm no longer in that position I can see how lucky I was to have chosen something I wanted, to have studied where I chose, and followed my pursuits learning about what I wanted. That's pretty cool.

"I'll have that, with a side of rust please."

I have just googled:

What will happen if I eat rust?

Look at what my life has become.

Figs and Laguna

Eating figs and watching Laguna Beach is not the answer.

A Year in a Day

Yesterday I came to a very sad and scary realisation. For some unknown reason, I've been having a taste for watching The Hills. As a result, (and partly due to my obsessive personality) I have managed a terrible feat. I have watched a year of someone's life, in a day of my own. That is a worrying thing.