Today has been the best day ever and here's why:
– I got absolutely no sleep last night writing a paper.
– that paper followed a 5 hour sound mix session earlier yesterday afternoon
– this week as been a royal stress fest
But I don't have any finals, so my semester is officially over.
I don't think you're really FEELING how happy I was this morning… the kind of happy that only comes from when an angel gives you head…
And even then you'd have to be in a serious relationship with the angel to not feel guilty about it.
The kind of happy that comes from looking at the world around you, seeing every molecule move with wistful harmony. And if you look closely those molecules have smiley faces…
because they're also getting head.
The kind of happy where you'd actually sing and dance in public, like your life is a musical. So you go home and write a concierto. Just as it's finished, however, you cut it up into confetti and just fling it everywhere.
The kind of happy where you try just walk, but your feet keep carrying you into a full sprint. You don't know where you're going, but you know you want to run so fast that your clothes tear away from your body.
The kind of happy when you've just met a new lover, or finally dumped the previous bitch.
The kind of happy that comes from nowhere and returns on a whim, completely out of your grasp. The kind you can't recreate with positive thinking. A spontaneous kind of happy that just falls on you and you love it, but hesitate to write a blog about it in fear that you've already-
Fuck, it's gone.