excited sad anticipatory retrospection

what a bipolar weekend. lots of crying, lots of happy, an "untitled.txt", and some mix tapes thrown in for good measure to score the melodrama of it all. oh and a handful of mullets. Christina England was right, i was heralding in, without being fully aware of it, the approximately biannual major upheaval and chaotic reordering of nearly everyone and everything around me. getting all the pieces knocked off my chess board, watching my stack of unstapled papers scattered by high winds, and...and i just ran out of metaphor.