Busted

BustedI was standing on my porch talking to some sophomores when I saw a bunch of cops in bulletproof vests pop out of a minivan and tackle this guy in the Safeway parking lot.  They cuffed him and threw him in the back of a cop car.  This has occurred more than once in the last few days.  The parking lot across from my house is evidently a great place for police sting operations.  This is fantastic! 😀

 

Brain-Space Deficit

I haven’t been getting very much sleep lately.

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In the words of Ron Swanson: “Never half-ass two things. Whole-ass one thing.”  In all seriousness, we should be dedicating more concentrated effort towards fewer endeavors. And by “we” I mean “I”.  Visualizations like these help me realize why I feel so stressed out.  I’ve entangled myself in more commitments than I can effectively manage, so I’m forced to either preclude some commitments or become an effective insomniac, like I have been for the last couple years of college.  The insomniac approach has yielded nothing but scatter-shot mediocrity, though; it’s time for a change.  The question, then, is who to disappoint this time.

Street Art In Florence

Before you get too far into these photos, put on this song, and understand that it was on repeat in my head as I walked past a bust of Machiavelli and proceeded alone down dim and windy avenues:

The four-letter acronym “ACAB” is also scribbled messily everywhere, which I’ve been told stands for “All Cop(per)s Are Bastards.”  Wait; just confirmed that with a google search.

Snapshot: Twenty

Today I had zero responsibilities.

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Whole grain cheerios aren’t bad but never ever try “dulce de leche” cheerios

Really. I could have stayed in bed…all day long.  Nobody would have minded.  This is simultaneously awesome and frightening.

I’m twenty now.  Living at my parents’ house feels like some sort of first-world purgatory, nestled somewhere comfortably between Continue reading