CAMEL FOOT

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So, today I was utterly inspired by this guy who was in my presence for maybe five fucking minutes.  But I can't stop thinking about him.  I can't stop thinking about how I want to see him again so I can go "hey, fucking thank you".  Fucking thank you.   He didn't even really do anything right then and there, but it's what he's done that fucking inspires me.

He got my dream job 3 weeks after he graduated.

Before, I had a little bit of anxiety sitting in the back of my stomach, nudging here and there, but I mostly just ignored it and went through my day, but him coming in totally obliterated that. 

And that's really fucking cool.

Otherwise, the days have been going about nicely.

I've been so happy lately, and that's so nice.   It's really weird.  You go about such a long period of time feeling a certain way, and then you feel like this and it catches you off guard. 

I mean, it's not entirely cake either.  I'm still fucking exhausted as I type this, and I'm still fucking stressed, but...  it's that accomplished stressed feeling..?   You just run around like crazy, drinking too much tea and coffee and barely eating because you're running around all the time and worrying about finishing up homework and studying for your floor test and worrying about whether or not you can get this hair cut right...  but I'm still deliriously happy. 

It's just a weird feeling to wake up to your alarm clock at 6:30 AM and feel good about getting up. 

It's fucking bizarre.

PS, say something good about yourself today.  I cut bad ass layers earlier.   And now I'm gonna go shower.

Good night