images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes,
that call me on and on across the universe.
- the beatles

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six weeks of holiday,
and now i'm here at the last stretch.
the last stretch before i finally graduate from this that has been my life for the past 2.5 years.

really, i'm not entirely sure if i grasp the whole story.
but i'm just submerging myself with school work that isnt drawing any further.
its kind of cliche to say this but on the first day back,
i already had my next five weeks planned out for me.
two major submissions and intermediate nonsense.
i kinda masochistically enjoy that the schedule is planned out,
so we dont get any surprises and last minute two week submissions.

so obviously school is back in full force,
i appreciate the immediate work but i'm losing what little drive i have.
the only thing that is keeping me on my game is the fear.
the very fear of lagging behind so far behind that i can no longer catch up to do the bare minimum.
its scaring me that i might not have anywhere to go at the end of the day.
so all i can do now is try to seize the day and try to get work done.

i guess the end is really coming.
for both joyous and nervous tingles.
it comes to stage when im babbling and have no idea what i'm doing.
okay bye.

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