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chu_totoro... hour and twenty minute long AIM convo. whew!
I think I've had longer, but not in a long while.
I'm so tired. My body is tired, my mind is tired, but my thoughts are still perfectly clear. I'm not sure how those all work together.
I don't think I've slept this late for months. Which is kind of sad, considering it's only 1:42 AM, but I really haven't. Not in ages. Been sleeping before 12, for the most part.
In other news, I was watching the cello children and I couldn't help but think about how small they were and how young they were and how far they still had to go, and I couldn't help but wonder, sitting up on that ledge, if this was how my seniors felt years ago, sitting up in that same spot and looking down on us from on high, and if in another several years the little freshmen-now-seniors will find the same spot and look down at the itty-bitty children and think of me and wonder the same thing. Life keeps moving and moving, but it seems that somehow the same cycles keep repeating themselves over and over, echoing, in some strange way, the vestiges of the past...
Mmmmm seeing as I haven't stayed up this late in so long, I probably haven't made an LJ post while up this late in a long time as well. My mind always starts churning slightly haywire past a certain hour. Next morning the thoughts sometimes seem ludicrous, sometimes not. But who knows which mind is more lucid? Maybe it is actually this mind, and all the times waking I go about life as in a dream. Who is to say a dream is not more real than reality? For that matter, how are we to know what's really the figments of our imagination and what's not? What if reality changes from day to day, but every time it changes your memories shift as well to accommodate the new reality? How would you know it shifted? Could you even call it a shift, if you don't remember? Or would it, in some sense, be so many parallel worlds all next to each other?
Aish I'm screwed for school tmr.
I think I've had longer, but not in a long while.
I'm so tired. My body is tired, my mind is tired, but my thoughts are still perfectly clear. I'm not sure how those all work together.
I don't think I've slept this late for months. Which is kind of sad, considering it's only 1:42 AM, but I really haven't. Not in ages. Been sleeping before 12, for the most part.
In other news, I was watching the cello children and I couldn't help but think about how small they were and how young they were and how far they still had to go, and I couldn't help but wonder, sitting up on that ledge, if this was how my seniors felt years ago, sitting up in that same spot and looking down on us from on high, and if in another several years the little freshmen-now-seniors will find the same spot and look down at the itty-bitty children and think of me and wonder the same thing. Life keeps moving and moving, but it seems that somehow the same cycles keep repeating themselves over and over, echoing, in some strange way, the vestiges of the past...
Mmmmm seeing as I haven't stayed up this late in so long, I probably haven't made an LJ post while up this late in a long time as well. My mind always starts churning slightly haywire past a certain hour. Next morning the thoughts sometimes seem ludicrous, sometimes not. But who knows which mind is more lucid? Maybe it is actually this mind, and all the times waking I go about life as in a dream. Who is to say a dream is not more real than reality? For that matter, how are we to know what's really the figments of our imagination and what's not? What if reality changes from day to day, but every time it changes your memories shift as well to accommodate the new reality? How would you know it shifted? Could you even call it a shift, if you don't remember? Or would it, in some sense, be so many parallel worlds all next to each other?
Aish I'm screwed for school tmr.
