I have had, lately, an irrational fear of large vehicles hitting me while I'm walking on the sidewalk. I've found myself literally freezing on the spot while buses pass me in the outside lane.

( I get really, really sad at Christmas time. )

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Nicky's wedding day!

The groom is still asleep, the bride is missing (in-law's house?) and I'm sitting around blogging. Merp. We need a big cuppa get-up-and-go. I think I should probably go dry my hair and pack my things.

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The Velvet Underground - Sweet Jane
I used to think I wanted my life to feel the way this song does. And now, when some people like to go out dancing, and other people have to work, I just kind of wonder if anyone who ever had a heart really wouldn't turn around and break it.

Sometimes when I am having my usual stressed out emotional breakdowns, I need to remember... damn. I love my friends. And even if I'm not happy, I am still happier than I've ever been before. Even when I can't see it. Someone feel free to throw this in my face the next time I am moping (not really, but, you know).

My dad called today to ask me when my graduation ceremony was, and to tell me how proud he was, and that he was sorry for interrupting my studies to call. I'm sitting around at Our Town, trying to study but mostly just slacking off on Tumblr. I chose not to attend the graduation ceremony. Both he and my mother are heartbroken, as neither of them ( Read more... )

I fucking hate being in art history because all of the girls are cuter and more fashionable than me and all of the boys are... oh wait. There aren't any boys in art history.

Too late to switch majors?

Last night Amelia and I climbed out on the roof to watch the snow. We had Japanese nicotine-free cigarettes and talked about combat boots and dogs and waved at our neighbours as they walked past on the snowy streets. Sitting on the roof is almost like having a tree fort. You can see everything and nobody else can come up there. It was cold but I ( Read more... )

I pick at scabs.

I can't help it.

I have so many scars.

Literally or metaphorically.

Pick pick pick pick.