3326 78th PL NE

I'm in a funk. Not a depressed funk, but in a pace of life funk. My internal clock has been racing since the beginning of this quarter. I've been constantly trying to achieve carpe diem and now I just need lay low. 

I dunno, I've just been in the carpe diem kind of mood for the past three months and it's been crazy fun. But it's gotten to the point where I feel guilty if I stay in one day, I just feel like a lump. Why the hell do I feel like I gotta be making memories all the time? Is it because I have a hazy past couple of years? Whatever, I'm eatin' mash taters and a moovay. 

The magazine I managed came out today, it made me really excited. I think the two magazines we're putting out represent our little group pretty well. 

On a completely separate note, I just proposed to Tyler:

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