dubito, cogito, ergo sum.

ergo sum, ergo existo.

Guys,

I've returned to my dorm, and I'm extremely happy (ecstatic even) to say that my plants are still alive. Yes, you heard it right: they are still #livelaughlovinglife.
The Kalanchoe's flower has wilted a tiny bit tho, but I'm confident it will blossom again. I mean, it's January in Ohio. What do you expect?

I'm such a happy plant owner right now :)

Counting down days
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3
Counting down days

Patricia sat gracefully in her tarot reading booth, listening to the new Hozier album while watching people walk by.

She's been in Italy for around two weeks now, and - to her dismay - the Italians don't seem as interested in her antics as she thought they'd be.

"It's gonna be such a great con," she remember telling Sabrina - her best "friend" - the night before she left. "I would earn so much money, and all I have to do is say some random things." "People wanna hear what they wanna hear, and I'll tell them those things. Ya' want a kid? Sure, you'll get a little girl in the future. Ya' want a boyfriend? You'll get one in, uh, let's say the next ten years."

"- Pat, I can think of countless other unethical ways of making money that take much much less effort," Sabrina told her - but she didn't listen.

Patricia never listens.

"Iced oat latte, please," Reggie looked into the eyes of the barista; her hair seemed like it had gone through a lot, ruffled, a bit out of the ordinary. Reggie started wondering what happened. He started wondering ----

"--- That would be 4.05," the barista interrupted Reggie's train of thought, unaware of what she had done.

"Alright," Reg replied, handing her a five-dollar bill. Reg looked sad.

He slowly paced to the counter, pulling up Insta to stalk whatever his ex had posted just a few hours ago. Moments later, his order was done. Reg picked up his drink with one hand while holding his phone with the other. He struggled a bit, moving left and right, to try and stick his straw between his index and middle finger while his phone attempted to block his frivolous actions. Ultimately, though, Reg emerged victorious. He walked a few steps to find a seat, stabbing his straw brutally into his latte while starting to sip away.