so as a recent self-reminder for later in life

i'm still recovering from being bed-ridden. have final papers/exams to make up, and i'm tired.

but i'm content right now. and i won't stress.

so eat that society.

~christine

         “Provide a single page typed statement addressing your academic goals and professional aspirations…”

The paper in front of me had this written on it.  I’m pretty sure I had a blank stare for at least 10 minutes while trying to comprehend it.  What am I doing? A scholarship application with a deadline of March 15th that I had been ( Read more... )

I hate February.

Begin.

Call of Duty
        (aka Call of Doodie / Call of Booty)

Rockband
       (making members. missing drumsticks.)
       (repetitive singing of the same songs.)

Question.
       (Question for the ages.)
       (Raise your right hand and bend to the left.)

F*CK SHAW'S

YEAH HANNAFORD

Gunstock
       (The mountain can kick your ass.)
       ( ( Read more... )

    And the countdown struck... 3... 2... 1... a new year has arrived...

Welcome to the game, 2008. Let's see what cards you'll play.

Another mark is made on the calendar...

...somehow. I actually find myself disappointed.

I've gone missing from within world, without my own consent.

We acknowledge pride, our suicide, and all to what extent?

The friends we lose, the trust we lack, and lessons never learned.- don't lose it or else you've lost.

    So I was in the mall with my dearly beloved and I ventured into The Pet Company. Making my way to the back of the store (which is usually my first stop aside from looking at the puppies) I see a little black and white hamster in it's cage in the back corner of the shelf.
    "How cute," I think to myself. Then it decided to retreat into it's ( Read more... )

So what do you call the feeling of not knowing what to feel?

Sitting here in my dorm, with the sun gone and my window open to a tall old maple set against the dying light as night sets in, a phrase came to mind that I couldn't put into words and made no sense to me. So I took out Ric's camera and shot an rookie photo of what I saw. Unfortunately ( Read more... )

So I've figured out that covering a mirror with tape does not stop the shards from shattering all over the place when you proceed to hit it with a hammer. My bandaged fingers can also tell you how accident-prone I tend to be ( Read more... )