the art of deporting oneself to the moon

i've noticed that my grades decline every time i start a new blog. jk my grades are probably constantly declining -_-

coffee spoons...it would make me very happy (and impressed) if someone could perceive the reference

tonight is one of those autumn afternoons when the leaves are falling nicely and u feel like sitting on a grassy hill and sipping iced tea. though right now its neither autumn nor afternoontime.

still, i feel lightheaded and somewhat distant from myself, like i'm sitting in a portrait or a screenplay. must be the lack of sleep/food/sugar.

hmm i think rishi is confused. it's so hard for me to understand how it would be difficult for a person to look answer questions about themselves. i mean, who else do you know better other than yourself?

anyways. a taco would be magnificent right now.

This first entry isn't even written by me, it's written by Rishi (insert short description). My hope (Rishi) is that Patty uses this blog as an outlet for her fleeting emotions, assorted thoughts, and interesting observations about the world. Probably less about the latter. My hope is that she writes to her heart's content. No deleting, no backspace, only candor.

Lets see how it goes, I'll check in frequently.