You See Is Thee

Geisel Library is truly the spectable of the San Diego campus. It glows brighter than the moon, and it always has a shadow.

California never truly has grass. Sure, grass can grow but it almost never truly belongs.

Not in San Diego where the weather can't decide what it wants to be.

I swear the sky is blue sometimes, or maybe it's just always that grey, overcast, cloudy polluted color. Mmm, fresh air

The buildings here are big, but they're not sky scrapers by any means.

Hi, Bird. You were an inch closer to me this morning than you were yesterday.

More people ride bikes than I thought. I'm so used to people driving everywhere.

Math isn't fun and games once algebra turns into real math. It's slow and unconvincing, and the answer nearly never truly exists.

I love red, yet most of my clothes and things are dark blue.

My wrists are lighter than the rest of my arms, and my hands are rough like concrete.

I'm really living my life but I'm still so sheltered and protected. I still feel free