new haven is stealing my happiness,
memory by cement by siren.

i'm pushing people away because i can't relax.
...can't enjoy it.

so, i'll lay here. drink tea, hug a pillow, and study a few more drops of material.

every test pulls me a little closer..

my wednesday (accomplished ( Read more... )

i can make it to thursday.

and then nothing else will matter.

:]

there's a cat hiding in my box springs.
i'm a little bit nervous about falling asleep...she's prone to sudden loud meows.
(Sebag, much? oh, too cruel, too cruel.)

but do be proud. i have quite a lovely lab report to turn in. it's got pictures. graphs. lots and lots of descriptivalous words.

kinda like that one. but...legal.

"well, there's one way. his window's open. i say...we poke him ( Read more... )

fuck, this is hard.

he's so far away.

( this got long. )

what, no problems between me and home ( Read more... )

it's going to be a good day.

if something seems otherwise, i'll just be placing my hands in these amazing skirt-pockets, and wandering away to somewhere more pleasant.

whee.

last night i got things off my chest.
unsettled, but relieved.

i just watched the shawshank redemption for the very-large-number-th time.
it was emily's first.

now i'm going to do some yoga.
it's been awhile...

tomorrow morning, i'll wake up and go to class.
(i read things this afternoon.)

i might just call myself content.

might you?