Float on

If you see my room in my apartment and compare it to this, knowing this is how I see the world... You'd feel sorry for me. But for its size, my room is rather plain, and that's b/c I wasn't able to bring my life with me (just the essentials: only a handful of books -really I guess its an armload- no posters, no cds, no flowers, no orange walls, no crazy toys -ok that's a lie, I have Jack and Sally and their love child along with Kevin to keep my company)... where was I going with this? Oh right, if you want to know the inner workings of my mind and the clash of my separate worlds (since I tend to compartmentalize) you just need to peak into my room, which seems to surprise some and then not at all others.

 

Anyway, what am I reading? Just something awesome, its almost like I'm reading something I wrote... that's how well this guy captures the way I feel about grass, and bubbles etc.

 

You know what's even better than a surprise gift... another surprise after you think the surprise is over. Here's to listening to surprise music :)

 

And floating... mustn't forget floating

Done