So I went to the balcony of one of the biggest classroom/auditoriums at my school. I don't think it's supposed to be open on Sundays. I even tried to be really quiet because I think there was some sort of janitor on the main floor for a while.
It was really neat. It's funny how I kind of hate living alone in the way that I do because I a rarely ever have people with me, and yet I still never really get alone time. Time for just me to do what I want.
I took this picture, and I don't know what I even pressed, but my camera made it take in black and white. I kind of like it:
The only thing I don't like is that you can't see all the empty seats on the main level. There's something about being in an empty room that was meant to seat 200+ people that makes you pensive.
I was trying for a while to write down a few of my more profound thoughts, but I decided they were just on the borderline of profound, but not enough. Let's just say that my brain in the course of an hour can bounce from the rapture to vanilla bean to going to the beach to what I want to be when I grow up to the lady at work whose blog is fascinating in a hippie-ish way. Not in that order, of course.
I can't wait to see my Pops this week. He's coming to visit me here in Stan-land. And I can't wait to go home for the long weekend! It will be such a party. Let's go to the beach!
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