Caffeine and Things like That

It is now 1:00am, which is most certainly past my bedtime. Still wired. Still so so wired.
Probably should not have drank much that much caffeine.
Two large mugfuls is apparently one large mugful too many.
I don't know why, but tonight I'll be writing in lines.
Henry and Matt accompanied me on tonight's adventures
a pool game that took too long to win to the sound of Matt
playing piano. An adventure
which included an extreme round of hide-and-go-seek/try
not to get mugged in my case (sexism at its finest).
We stopped by an over a store apartment and did over a store apartment things
Shapie-ing Henry's head, sitting on bean bag's, and reading
a book entitled How to Talk to Girls written by an eight year
old.
A horse mask fell into the mixing pot somewhere towards the end.
Walking walking walking back and stairs and high fives and scratched promises
to hang out and bad lines written about those scratched promises and
the excessive use of the word and.
Stream of conscious writing is a terrible idea, you should try
it sometime. Just break up the lines and pretend
that it looks deep. Yeah. Yeah Yeah yeah.. I need
to fall out of love with drama and stories. And leave Henry alone.
And find motivation.

Even Especially if you suck, writing everything you think as you think it is really entertaining. Try it sometime, it can't be as terrible as what you just read.

Lessons.

     I have always prided myself on being a learner. In my last post, I mentioned debating a tattoo about constantly learning new things. I honestly believe that a person can learn something new from everything if they think hard enough. After being rejected for a job position as a resident adviser, I gained tenacity and realized that everyone fails at something. After a summer as a camp counselor (which all of you should look into, by the way. It will change your life.), I learned the value of being myself and to never underestimate the influence that I hold in the lives of others. While taking piano lessons, I learned how to digress in order to avoid learning (needless to say, I am no Andrew McMahon). And, piano lessons aside, I have never been the type to learn these lessons the easy way.
     Do you ever feel like that sometimes? Somehow, I always subconsciously feel the need to learn lessons the hard way. The first and only tattoo that I currently have(ish) on my body, a triangle symbolizing my time as a camp counselor last summer (once again, being a camp counselor is the best thing ever. Do it.), was done against my parents' will. I thought that I could hide it. One terminally ill Opa in hospice and a few panic attacks later, I was forced to remove it (unless I wanted to become a gold digger or rob a bank in order to pay for college). I broke up and emotionally manipulated with my first love again and again for around two years. He ended up cheating on me with an insecure girl who constantly looks like she feasts on lemons.
     Would I change it though? Probably not. First of all, look how cute we were.

 And also, without him cheating on me, I would have never applied for the aforementioned resident adviser job that I was rejected for, the camp counselor position that I love more than grilled cheese waffles (sounds gross, but actually delicious), and a new boyfriend that I care about enough to change how I act towards the people I date.
     So, what does this have to do with the present moment? Well, I decided to stack my course schedule so that I have classes for eight hours on Tuesdays and twelve hours on Thursdays. Stupid choice, I advise you to avoid this, it's quite painful. And I am trying to remind myself that this is a great opportunity to learn (my inner education major coming out). Maybe, as my mom tells me, I just love dramatics. I like to think of it as a boredom allergy.
     Oh, and for those of you who have no knowledge of Andrew McMahon, ready your ears for this link.