... hashtag guilty.
well folks, there you have it. Frantically finishing my homework, yet perspectived by [the past happening of being consumed with perspective] "Amelie" soundtrack. The frantic rummaging about my drawers trying to find a sock is meaningless {[because if I miraculously found two socks, neither of them would match anyways [hello Target $1.50 grey socks my life]}, the cramming of old Spanish vocabulary is meaningless, and the time I spend doing homework problems on online-graded assignments is frustratingly meaningless. The time I spend not really eating anything in the cafeteria is not meaningless, the amount of calories I burn shivering because I wore shorts in the freezing cold is not meaningless, and my exceptional hoarding skills surpass the actual meaning [intention] I have for all of this recycled crap.
Let me put it this way. How many extra trips do I take to the library? How much more time do I spend "eating?" How many times do I base my outfits on the chance run-ins? How is it that I have been consumed?
To whom do I owe this meaninglessness? Well, let's just say "if it's a crime then I'm guilty, guilty of ...," and that, my friend, is not meaningless.
TMI on what was originally going to just be a sharing of this great song.
anyways...
I usually say "take it or leave it, but at least think about it." But I think you should just take the song, watch "Amelie," and leave the rest to me. Don't even think about it - I've got you covered, like you'd notice anyway.
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