I don't know if it's my newfound Blue Submarine no. 6 fascination, the fact that I've always loved swimming, or the simple desire for a vacation, but I've lately entertained the concept of submersible homes. But only if they're environmentally sound. People dump so much shit in the oceans already. Makes me second guess my desire to be a marine biologist - it'd just be so depressing. Pfft. Hell, I'll work on finding a way to counter the pollution. Or how to get us to fucking knock it off. (Or how to breed kickass sea-mutants!) Though I've also wanted to be a writer ever since I entered 6th grade. Both would be ideal. Eh, maybe I'm just high on sleep deprivation.
I'll think more on it after I finish the semester. It's not that far now.
Huh... The Beatles' Yellow Submarine was among the first songs my dad ever taught me. I must've been what, three or something.







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I do have a life. I've just forgotten where I put it.
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I do have a life. I've just forgotten where I put it.
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When in Doubt, use a D20.
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When in Doubt, use a D20.
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When in Doubt, use a D20.
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When in Doubt, use a D20.
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I do have a life. I've just forgotten where I put it.
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