Brain Spluge

I rediscovered Savage Garden. Probably the best pop music... ever.

Regardless, today I took down a lot of stuff from my walls. It feels scary and barren, and I don't like it. I had to put up pieces of paper and quickly scrawl artwork on them so the room didn't feel too foreign. My room back home will be beautiful with a lot of deep reds pushing into me. I can't believe schools try to force you into off white, colorless boxes. Doesn't color help people learn? Hmmm... I think my goldfish are recognizing the change, because they're all mellowed out, sipping water slowly. Or maybe the water clarifier I added this morning was anti-stress, resulting in them being drugged out.

Sadly, with three boxes full of randomness, I am still worried that there won't be enough space in my car. I never realized how useless it is to have so many... things. Just because something is shiny doesn't mean it's necessary. I'm going to see how long I can go without buying "objects" over the summer. Food is necessary, but another shirt you rarely wear isn't.

Even though my two hardest finals are tomorrow, I feel calm. I can't tell if it's because my fish aren't spazzing out like usual, or if it's because I'm in the most peaceful state of love ever. But I'm going to guess, since this is crappy writing, that it's because my mind died a little inside, and it doesn't have the capacity to continue to worry.

Love. It's so beautiful. Especially when it's random. And so generalizable.

Or maybe it's the benadryl. Yea. That makes sense.
Histamine=swelling. Anti-histamine=drowsy.

Love's a nice answer, but unless it's heavy on the chemicals, there's usually a more biological reason for feeling this good. And in my case it happens to be over the counter drugs.