Entropy

I sit here in an apartment that within a month, I will likely never sit in again. I look at a view that has remain unchanged for that stretch. The skyline has become a friendly reminder. A reminder of the possibilities of moving to the bigger and better. Even the view within the apartment has remained similar. The same couches, TV, and window coverings. The same couches I have sat on, sparingly, for the last....2 years? Roughly. The same TV I have played many an hour of Xbox on. The windows that prevent video games on a sunny day between the hours of 5 and 7 pm. Excellent memories.
I've always viewed this place as a refuge in the storm, and it has been, quite literally once or twice. It's my vacation home, filled with good conversation and friends.
When I first met the place, I was wearing a red Hawaiian shirt, and sort of came up on a whim. I was sitting in B'lingham lonely, and decided to text some fun people I had met during Sasquatch. And then next thing I am walking up hill in the summer heat, into the apartment. Its a house to me, all technicalities aside. A clean white. The dinning chairs and table. The couch. The walls, all a pretty reflective white. I love this place, in a goal-oriented sense. I love the people in it. They have impacted me in a way I couldn't have imagined.
I will miss this place.

Francis and the Lights

I only have one song of theirs, 'Darling, it's Alright'. It has a distinct 80's sound reminiscent of Huey Lewis and the News. I dig. I have an evening to myself. Not that this is particularly special, but still, it's nice. Both my roommates have gone to bed early, and I have the living room to myself. Which will be fine until it gets dark outside and I start to feel lonely. But that is mostly the lack of sleep/The Fear talking.
It's weird to think about a day that you have known was coming, but never quite had the view point of it. Until now, now that you're close enough. You look forward to it. You are afraid of it. You want it to happen, you want it in your past, you want it perpetually in your future.
Those moments.
What to do?
Well, the only thing you can do. Raise your head up to meet the moment head-on. Stare into the future, the abyss, until it stares back. Then make the fucker blink.

The Paper in Question

For once I wish it was really nasty outside so it would be a more antiquate mood setting for writing a 15 page paper of what-have-you. Instead I will listen to N.I.N. and pretend with the shades drawn. I had this crazy epiphany the other day. There I was looking out the window while playing video games, and I see this Uhaul trailer. Then I realized that I too will be leaving soon. I mean, not leaving. Just relocating. But this time, I won't have a school to tie me down to an area. And as freeing as that sounds, it is equally ominous. Oh me and my fear of change, and appeal for the dramatic.
Anyways, finished Red Dead Redemption. Twas awesome. Finished all 4 seasons of Dexter. Twas awesome. Almost done with spring quarter. Twill be awesome. And Drunk History is amazing.

Late Night

Its raining outside. Not particularly hard, like it was earlier, but enough to hear it with the window open. I really do like the rain, despite complaining when my shoes get all wet. That's partially why I moved over to the west side of the state. The other being that my girlfriend at the time was over here, and really I wanted to go to Dub Dub U. Or atleast it was better than EWU or WSU in my mind.
That girlfriend and I were actually 'over' when I finally got an apartment in Bellingham. I just hadn't realized it yet. Difficult times ensued, making me question my presence on the wetter half of the state (dirrrty). I had a heart to heart with my dad that I really don't remember the specifics, but it made me feel better. And now here I am over 2 years later, able to talk about the experience in some clarity. Reviewing one's past is always an interesting voyage.
I've been listening to the soundtrack of the ShowTime series Dexter and it sets my late night/all night mood quite well. Daniel Licht does a great job on the mood setting.
While on the topic of Dexter I would like to mention what an engaging show it is. I've really been sucked into Dexter's world. I imagine this is how many people feel with their TV shows, but having watched almost all 4 seasons of the show in rapid succession, I seem to have that feeling on crack.

I'm pulling an all-nighter this evening because I can. I've been feeling better these past few hours, so I've decided to indulge in a binge of fun and work. And plus it's nice to sit in a house you know has people sleeping in it. I don't know why. I think Benjamin Button mentions something in his Curious Case about it.
Here is it: "Some nights, I'd have to sleep alone. I didn't mind, I would listen to the house breathin'. All those people sleepin'. I felt... safe."
Well put, good sir. Well put.