I know it’s corny, but I want to have children just so I can give them this kind of love. The kind that permeates through loneliness—reaches across the oceans and holds you so close and warm it’s impossible to keep from smiling. I want my children, and their children too, to live forever in moments like that. But is that even possible?
I’m 6 minutes and 27 seconds into the 15th episode of season 2 of The Big Bang Theory, entitled The Maternal Capitance and I’m already dying of laughter and happiness because 1) It’s been a while since I’ve watched these crazy silly people and 2) I totally understood why Leonard’s mother made that comment about her paper being better than her anthropologist husband’s paper. xD Also, her manner of speaking and the thoughts she was expressing, particularly when she talked about Leonard at age 5 and Freud reminded me of Psychology with Ms. Brooks. Good to know some things are still in my head. Worthwhile classes, I think. Ohhh, high school days.
Not a surprise, seeing as how I’ve only been texting to get in contact people, and how the only people I call are family or on AT&T. What are we to do with these minutes to not let them go to waste? Well, there’s thousands of them and I don’t know who’d want to/be able to spend that much time talking to me. Then again, I don’t know if there’s really much to talk about with me. I’d suggest some sort of discussion, but then again I’m not one to fight ferociously for my point of view. If you want to agree with my opinion, you’ll agree. Now, if this is about facts, and you’re just being stubborn and not noticing what you’ve got wrong… Well, I still wouldn’t waste my time. As long as it doesn’t lead to loss on my behalf, if you don’t want to change, then so be it.
Why did this turn out to be an outlet of anger?
What I mean to be saying is, “Hey, give me a call if you want to chat or catch up or something. Though, preferably not after 9 pm or on the weekends.”
It’s been how many years and I still can’t hold my violin in a comfortable position for more than a couple of minutes?
I watched myself bow as I played scales today. SO CROOKED. Must remedy.
It’s amazing how long one can actually spend practicing scales, arpeggios, and shifting (…if they wanted to).
Speaking of shifting…. well. SHIFTING. Prominent word that summarizes up my thoughts/perspectives/ponderings of the day. (Compare to previous PAPER THIN)
Please tell me Roark gets to meet Ms. Dominique Francon. Wait, don’t tell me, I’ll just keep reading.
MUST READ FINAL VOLUME OF SCOTT PILGRIM. I totally understand why Nick was all crazy about the books and then the movie when it came out. I am so amused. I love how Scott’s eyes are so huge sometimes. I love how girly Ramona/Knives/Kim look with their eyelashes and their outfits (haha). I kind of don’t like the movie as much ‘cause I don’t think Cera could ever convey the craziness that Scott is in my head. LOVE Wallace and Kim. I would reread these over and over again if it weren’t an unreasonable use of time.
Motion City Soundtrack, your lyrics will always echo through my head when I’m feeling negative, angry, or violent.
Finally spent the $30 Macy’s gift card from grad… But… what an impulse(ish) buy! Must make use of my purchase hahahaha -hides-