Just a random thought:

I would gladly trade the ability to talk to humans for the ability to talk to plants and animals instead.

Routine had taken hold. He'd been awake for about 25 minutes, and already he knew almost exactly how his day was going to go. He looked around the classroom, wondering whether or not anyone was truly interested in the substitution patterns of cyclic hydrocarbons, or if they were just memorizing it so they could pass the class and forget about it. He knew when the time came, he would pass the tests, and that's all he needed to do. But everyone else in the room, it seemed, was actually giving this short, stocky woman, all too excited for the hour of morning, their undivided attention.

He looked to his left, where his friend sat drawing. He was the only other person he knew who would never bother paying attention to the woman while she used pathetic sexual innuendos to pique our nonexistent interest in chemistry at this equally pathetic college in Maine.

Something stirred inside him, an urge to just get up and leave; the problem was that, in a classroom of 50 students, it was impossible to go undetected, and, by this school's unjustifiably high standards of itself, tantamount to slapping your teacher in the face. Although, he wished he could do that, too, if for nothing other than having to sit through all of her disgustingly inappropriate jokes about her and her husband.

Meanwhile, life dragged on along the coast of New England, the same as it always does, frigid February waves fall on the beach, and slide out under the next. Students fall into place in their classrooms, and are replaced by the next set an hour or two later. The thought of how people even went on with their lives without an ocean in their backyard crept into his morning mind. Stretching his arms over his head, he let out a sigh and wondered what the Great Plains looked like, or the Southwest. Places that rolled on for miles without the constant beating of waves on the days of peoples' lives.

"...And if you see two peaks in the aryl region of a proton NMR..."

And so the day went, drifting in and out of consciousness and caring. The sad part was... it was a good Wednesday.

P.S.

I'm making it a point to write more often, just to get away from that.

I could sell this and watch someone make millions, but that someone isn't me.

Hints of summer in February air
Make me wanna drive south til the sun still keeps the trees bright green
And people don't need to layer up in clothes
Just wrap up in each other if the nights get cold

Chorus:
See the world has so much more than you realize
People, cultures, and the way they look at life.
You could find yourself so far away
From home, I just wish you were here with me.

I'm sick of saying I can't wait to leave
There's nothing holding me back, but I'll miss the Northeast
I'm almost sure there's nothing waiting for me
But where's the fun in planning things? (I think I'll just leave everything)

(Chorus again...)

Meet me in South America
We'll learn how to dance.
Or we can cross over the Atlantic
See England and France
I'd walk my way through the world if I was given the chance
But I'd rather never walk alone
(You know I'm terrible with phones)
I hate the thought of me without you in Rome
So just take my hand.

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Admittedly garbage, I was just staring at an amazingly hot girl in my organic chemistry lab all day today while we did presentations and daydreaming.

One of those rare posts, with a promise to continue.

I've been awake for 3 whole days
Cuz when I close my eyes I see these things.
Nothing outside of the ordinary
But I think that's what makes it scary.

Correct me if I'm wrong
But isn't it expected
That things that don't make sense
Should probably be corrected
I don't see why the world won't just let go
Of these guilt trips and high hopes.

There was time that I would say
Don't do anything
If you feel like you might regret it.
But lately I feel that I'm advocating
Quite the opposite.

Correct me if I'm wrong
But isn't it expected
That things that don't make sense
Should probably be corrected
I don't see why the world won't just let go
Of these guilt trips and high hopes.

It's all around us,
It's all that grounds us.
But it's all lies
You're not going to live in the sky,
So promise me you'll enjoy this life.

Tons of dumb ideas all mixed into one post.

You can't blame me for this strength in weakness
I could never say no, no matter how much I mean it
So I'll dodge all the questions til I find some reason
To address you, and hopefully by then I'll be leaving.
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I'm probably exactly what you think I am
But I'll deny it til I die
A waste of your time or a person that you idolize
I'm never content with the things I have to show for my life.
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Medicate me with doses of divinity
Placebo effect, but miracles happen daily.
You can't explain it but there's no debating
Moment to moment we're all slowly fading away.
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There's a layer of dust on the things in my room
As I enter I breathe and the air suddenly cools.
A glass of water condensates and unknowingly ruins
My wooden bedside table,
wrought with all these excerpts from local newspapers
I've got my face and some friends all pinned up on the walls
Like we've lived stories worth telling or any impact at all
But I hope we did. Oh I hope I did.
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Low droned notes hold and follow the maestro
Waking up to spinning rooms and life starts to slow down
The window has been torn out of the wall.
And the people on the streets aren't moving at all
As she sits up, she can't help but stare to the sky
Colors are amazing, and she feels like she can fly
Surprised, it feels like swimming,
And she's greeted by the souls from the street and they're singing:
"Sun disappear, so I can show off my light
Our souls are releasing and we're painting the sky
You can see it in the buildings that reflect our lives
Finally, beauty is defined."

But I've been scared half to death enough times to know
That I can push my luck pretty far.
But gambling on this is not in my best interest
Cuz I can see your heart's not in the cards.

I've made a bet with myself
Not to settle down
But you're one hell of a good reason to break now.
And if all that I'd get
Was one night in your bed
I'd probably sleep well enough to forget (I've lost all of my control)

So just give in, give in, give in
Cuz I'll never stop flooding these streets with the love that I'm in
Cuz everyone should feel this way.
It's a hopeless cause
To try and stop me now
Don't try to stop me now.