The ArsonistI am Dilpreet.
I write things and make robots once a year.
Lead Design and Build for Team 1259, Paradigm Shift.
What a wonderful day.
i’m so pumped for paranoia. holy fuck it’s going to be great, i’ve got a solid lineup
it’s scary how easily any one person is replaced.
I often criticize humanity, but at the end of the day, I’m human, too.
it’s not a good one. by good, i mean as in the content of it.
It’s loss. It happens so much. It doesn’t happen in multiple waves, it happens as one colossal tidal wave of pain and fury and loss.
if you’re one of those people who fucking complain about how “no one uses math outside of school”, good fucking god you’re stupid.
and now I’m going to starbucks, again, but in a different county.
Today’s been odd. I’ve been studying for physics but for reasons I’m not privy to sharing I’ve been pissed right the fuck off. I’m really hoping I either get a reason to put that towards something productive soon. He gets bored otherwise, with nothing to do. Can’t blame him, can you.
I enjoy that I can disappear on a whim.
Not a soul could find me, even if they tried. Except the cops, maybe. But they have a lot more resources than I do.
what a pleasant day :)
sometimes, you’ve got to fucking SWIM, damn it.
I kept fucking climbing, from the very depths of mediocrity and pain, and I will keep going even if I have to fucking crawl. I have made it too fucking far to fail now, too fucking far to fall of the edge, too fucking far to lie down and take it.
God damn it, I earned every single bit of praise I’d ever received for my writing, and I WILL BE DAMNED IF I DO NOT PROVE THAT TOMORROW.
rough Tuesday. it had it’s pleasant moments, though.
he’s still asleep, softly, calmly.
feels like summer of 2011 lol
running on two hours of sleep because yes