Essence within myself.

Let me just tell you about my morning through a photo:

Psych Sike

I'd like to minor in MINDS.

Tragedy of a junkie

So what you're saying is that I can't be a pack rat for the rest of my life and keep anything and everything? Why can't this beeeeeee. It's absolutely heartbreaking.

We only have one more week of school left, that means we need to completely CLEAR this place out. I am in need of saying bye to some [probably a gagillion] belongings. Sad sad day today is.

Drama like O-M-G.

I was scavenging through a textbook as a resource for a paper and fell upon this:

The Battle of Gods and Giants from the Great Altar of Zeus

THEN it reminded me of one of my all-time favorites--

Laocoon and His Sons

It was nice to become a bit distracted by the theatrical expressions and dynamics. This is the single moment that I have appreciated my Patterns in Prehistory literature.