A is for April and for Awesome.

Hello February. I like my life. I have awesome friends, expensive makeup that works, and I am going home in ten days. And Becca is coming this weekend. I also have two, soon to be three, overdue papers, and there is another foot of snow forecast for tomorrow. But the good things make all things okay.

It's amazing to me the past few days how little I'm thinking about him. Amazing considering the amount of time I spent doing just that last semester. He took over my life, and now he hardly crosses my mind.

Why did I come here?  Was it to grow up and learn something new and become an adult with all my learning?  Was it to learn to automatically insert two spaces after the end of a sentence, as per APA format?  Was it to replace saying 'no' with the Turkish/Arabic tongue click and not even realize I'm doing it?  Was it to try and wrap my head around ( Read more... )

this french verb has been in my head for a day or two. but mainly the focus now is turkish, with some arabic thrown in there because i really wish i were learning arabic. seriously. if they had offered arabic here, or if i was motivated enough to do independent study myself, my choices would have been totally different. i would probably not have ( Read more... )

The frequency of my posts decline and I'm sure this is mostly because I know very few people read this. But we'll see.

I have 11 nights left in this house, 16 on vacation, and then I am moving out and going to Vermont. I'm starting the journey that will likely end with my calling another place home. And that's just how to grow up.

to think that all of the heartache, the breaking up and getting back together, the crazy obsession with the sex and the scent of him and the fucking emotional hangups, the fights and the angry texts... all of it FOR LIKE A DECADE could have been avoided...

I JUST FOUND OUT I WAS HOOKING UP WITH THE WRONG RICAN THE WHOLE TIME!!

ftl...

and I really like it. I can eat whatever I want, when I want, drink when I want, go out when I want, come back when I want, bring anyone over at any hour, leave all my stuff out, and clean up only when I want.

IT'S TOTALLY AWESOME!

Time for July, sad panda.

Synecdoche, New York is a fucking messed up movie. I'm watching it for the second time and I'm like, this movie is so awesome, I'd forgotten how awesome it is. And then like 30 minutes later I look up and I realize that I have totally failed to grasp reality for those last 30 minutes. The movie is fucking reality-altering just because of what it's ( Read more... )