June 2011
There are days when I look at the things I have said and done and think, “Why in the world did you do or say something or stupid?”
I swear, my sense of right and wrong, reasonable and unreasonable is never present in actual situations, but only in reflective moments.
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May 2011
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How can you make yourself change your method of...
My perspective is all screwed. It’s a good think I didn’t have simple access to the internet earlier in the day, or my thoughts would have been exploded here onto your dashboards with no abandon. It hasn’t been a good day. Cleaning has also triggered chains of sneezes. I’m getting better at letting go, trying to shove away the packrat tendencies I no doubt gained from my...
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Oh goodness
I am now bored of the internet. Tumblr really doesn’t serve as a sufficient distraction for me anymore. I even have everything on queue, which I haven’t added anything to for a long time. I reached the final level of the Spacechem demo. YES, I am that much of a loser that my game interests involve such nerdiness, which I found absolutely entertaining. And… No more music playing...
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yesterday was a good day.
I saw so many people. Bio was in the morn with Justin (yay for everything having been chemistry so far!), paired with coffee to keep us awake and energized (but you know how coffee is bad for me).
We were on our way to campus center when we spotted a whole bunch of people all together in the sustainability courtyard (I believe that’s what it was?). Nathan + gf (I do apologize), Jennifer,...
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This sentence has five words. →
sweethesound:
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt,...
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Love is a Mix Tape
Life and Loss, One Song at a Time - Rob Sheffield
When I started feeling morbid and empty, I felt like I was turning into a different person from the guy she fell in love with. I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language. Without her to talk to, there was nothing to say. I missed all our stupid jokes, our secrets. Now we had a whole different language to learn, a new grammar...
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dear self,
Don’t let yourself become sad. Today is a good day and there are many more things that you can be happy about. Find joy in everything, please.
For some reason or another
I felt insanely happy when I woke up this morning, and still do.
It’s a strange kind of energy burst. xD
Must be productive!
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Weird day.
I guess I’m not going to attempt to take my road test tomorrow… Not like I’d certainly pass, anyway.
Woke up early to my 7:30am alarm that has been driving me out of bed all year long. Didn’t feel like really eating, so I went and checked my grades. Relief. Woot woot.
I finally got around to eating the Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup microwaved in that nifty...
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Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.
– Lance Armstrong (via kari-shma)
truth
I think the only reason I didn’t gain the freshman 15 is that I never really ate… super regularly this past school year. I mean, I never ate an actual breakfast, if I ate anything at all. I’d buy lunch, usually, I guess, and then dinner was only eaten regularly on Thursdays, at premium night. There’d be Market runs and leftovers in the fridge… But I’m sure a lot...
I'm tearing up again.
Summer is just filled with sadness.
edit: Now, not just tearing up. Sobbing.
Shit, man. And like I can help anyone at all. I’m pretty useless. Especially when it comes to matters of love. How can I help people keep motivated and not “give up” when my own perspective on life and love is… so… “what happens happens?”
Stop, self. This isn’t about you....
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And for the second day in the row,
I’m sitting here with drying tears all over my face. I’m sure that to my sisters, both instances have seemed quite random, but also reasonable seeing as yesterday it was with The Secret Life of Bees and today it was a movie, one of Gee’s cousin’s favorites with that emergency chocolate of hers.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be taking out of these as life...
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erisatotheright:
I probably care too much, but hasn’t it always been this way?
These jellyfish are too hard to make.
AND THEY LOOK HORRIBLE, on account of my poor sewing skills. Plus, it’s late and I’m feeling lazy. Maybe I’ll work on them in the morn…. this cloth is going to waste. I kind of hate the needle right now. Why can’t they just turn out like they are in my head…. Sigh.
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"The hardest thing on earth is choosing what...
The Secret Life of Bees - Sue Monk Kidd
“You know, some things don’t matter that much, Lily. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person’s heart—now, that matters. The whole problem with people is—”
“They don’t know what matters and what doesn’t,” I said, filling in her sentence and...
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And when you get down to it, Lily, that’s the only purpose grand enough...
– The Secret Life of Bees - Sue Monk Kidd
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messydreamer:
The Doctor: Ooh, sorry, do you have a name? Idris/The Tardis: 700 years, finally he asks. The Doctor: But what do I call you? Idris/The Tardis: I think you call me…Sexy. The Doctor: Only when we’re alone! Idris/The Tardis: We are alone. The Doctor: Come on then, Sexy.
This. Was. Hilarious.
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Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just...
– The Secret Life of Bees - Sue Monk Kidd
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cations: Shorts should come in lengths, like jeans... →
cations:
The lengths could go something like:
modest
short, but not dangerously short
and then….jean underwear, which is basically all of the jean shorts on the market right now.
That way, I could wear shorts in my size and not look like I belong on a street corner.
EDIT: Apparently Old Navy and…
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Life is about growth and change. When you are no longer doing that—that is your...
– Oprah Winfrey (via quote-book)
at times like these i sense internal destruction
food
I love my mom’s food. nom. nom. nom.
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