There must be some sort of clinical description for what I have. Like mild depression or something.
The World of Science.
Where our universe is infinitely big and we can look into infinite smallness.
Where there are are possibilities everywhere, but “everywhere” really has no definition.
Where thinking that time travel, phasers and teleportation are real is acceptable (in fact, probably required)
Where billions of building blocks determine who you are, and changing just one can determine your future.
Where natural phenomena can be explained through careful observations and experimentation.
Where laws are meant to be broken.
Where creativity meets logic.
Where impossibility meets possibility.
Where you can really change lives.
Matt told me it tastes great =D
but that’s probably partially my fault too.
- Kevin: i want to get in to 55k !!!
- Alanna: just keep working harddd
- Kevin: it would be so much fun
- Alanna: it WOULD
- Kevin: AHHH
- Alanna: we'd party ALL WEEKEND
- Kevin: we'd party all night
- Alanna: no
- Kevin: LOL
- Alanna: screw the weekend
- we'd party ALL WEEK LONG
- Kevin: 168 HOURS A WEEK
- Alanna: FUCK YEAH
- Kevin: WE'D ROLL UP IN CALCULUS
- WITH A STROBE LIGHT
- AND RAVE MUSIC
Things aren’t the same, I pass by your classroom and I expect to hear some witty remark or joke, but it doesn’t happen. Thanks again for being a part of my life, I’ll never forget you.
RIP Mr. Garrett