end of break blues

I have found myself to be in such a funk the past few days, something I am familiar with, and despise.

Earlier, I was browsing through my old livejournal that I wrote in pretty regularly throughout my 4 years of college. It took me back, way back, through the crazy drunken freshman nights, through the lows and highs of sophomore year, through my adventures of being in love and losing my junior year, and through my struggle to maintain normalcy in a life that I swore wasn't mine senior year. What a journey it has been.

The site of this book makes me ill. I am so over studying for the praxis right now, it is not even funny.

I love guitar riffs. And classical music. And sweatpants.

I really want to go on a road trip.