[ lit up ]

coffeehouse. i have to say, i feel much less talented now than ever before. the acts were great for the most part, the cake was incredible (in different ways), and the environment was amazing. pretty awesome crowd.

though what summarizes my night up is the candle in the middle of our table.

what starts out as a burning flame, bright and beautiful, slowly whittles down to a tiny flicker of a spark, before finally burning out. as fun as the night was, as great as the acts were, and as good of friends i had surrounding me, one small breeze took down my candle light, as quickly as zimu suffocated his small accident. as soon as that fire went out, all the former excitement and joy sky dived. did it pull up just in time? yeah i guess. but skimming the waters isn't much more fulfilling than diving straight in.

bio quiz tomorrow. bio lab due tomorrow.

past friday, i'm free. for two days. and that may not even be totally true.