Composite Man

And I've come to realize my goal in life is to,

look and live like this man:

tell stories like this man:

and think and experiment like this man:

and yet to continue living my own life, with someone willing to put up with me and share the experiences; to live without extravagance and peel back the layers of the world and watch.

Difficult Times

I know I haven't been updating this lately. It's been really busy, this last week many of my teacher have added, changed, or moved assignments, which is kind of rude. So this easygoing week became a race to finish things as I was given them. Even with this effort, I still slacked off in some regards.
Last night I participated in a rabbit count, where we spotlighted either side of a trail/road and recorded the type of rabbit, distance, and other details. We left school at 7pm and began at sunset, finishing a 22 mile stretch by midnight. It was fun and I spotted the farthest away rabbit. I also got to take home a bunch of the leftover treats, which refilled my nutter butter supply.
However, by the time I got home around 1am (and couldn't fall asleep for another hour), it wasn't long before I had to get up at 6am to eat and get to class by 7 for a field trip to a sheep dairy on the border of Nebraska. Everyone was dead on the way and back; the trip and tour was about five hours. By the time I got home from that, I had to walk to the nearby park for a tree ID walk.
Following that, I had a group meeting for the restoration class and I was so tired the talk seemed to go in circles. Everyone is strong-minded and I pointed out things to consider in everything brought up, but it probably just sounded like arguing. One team person pointed out I was being wishy-washy. I just wanted to curl up in a bed.
At least tomorrow is another picnic at Andrew's, who I haven't seen since I refused to go on an alcohol run. He said it wasn't a big deal, but he isn't contacting me with his usual frequency. There's also a lot for me to do to make tomorrow an easy-going day, but this weekend is another hard-hitting homework deal. After next week I should be done with a couple of my presentations, papers, and tests. I like that time seems to keep moving steadily forward, but there's always something else ahead of me, standing in my way of getting out of this semester.

Another Strange Dream

Currently listening to:
1,000 People
Blackfield

This is the first time I've had a dream that took place so far in the future. I was a very old man and Jessica was also old but dying. I was at her bedside and I asked if she really didn't want to live anymore, as if her dying was just her giving up on living, like the desire to live could keep someone going forever. I crawled into the bed and just hugged and cuddled her and started crying. We had just met as far as I was concerned, and hadn't had enough time together. So it felt too soon to be dying, but I was also sad because I knew I wanted to keep living as long as I could and so I would, alone. Then someone else was in the room taking pictures of us. My dad took pictures of my grandpa when he was dying, so it must be from that. Just a strange short dream.