It's been a long time. Many things are new ( Read more... )

"If we are to learn to improve the quality of the decisions we make, we need to accept the mysterious nature of our snap judgments. We need to respect the fact that it is possible to know without knowing why we know and accept that - sometimes - we're better off that way."

thank you.

so, i haven't been writing. at least nothing about myself for a while. there's always that little voice nagging about how i haven't blogged, but it seems to be tightly buried beneath other thoughts such as: "i haven't washed the mascara stains out of my towels in two weeks," or "i'm going on wikipedia to absorb useless knowledge about random zip ( Read more... )

i really like my life right now.

so, today in my retarded and completely braindead summer school lit class, my teacher asked us to give an example of irony and i raised my hand and responed with, "it's like raa-aaa-iii-nnn on your wedding daaaaaay, a freeee riiide when you've already paa-id."

and then no one laughed.

http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/acrosstheuniverse/

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i'm sick of being asked if it's cold outside when i'm on the phone with my mom. i'm also sick of having a bad day, telling my mom about it and her asking me, "well, what's REALLY wrong? is something ELSE bothering you?" i don't know. nothing is really wrong. and for something to truly bother me, an activity of some sort needs to happen. but nothing ( Read more... )

sometimes you have a bad day and you just need to call patty lynch and cry for an hour.

in need of good literature (and because belleville is the most boring place on earth), i ventured to the local border's this evening and purchased a copy of charles bukowski's Love Is A Dog From Hell (it's a book of his poems from 1974-77) and The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (SO excited about this one). i like when i get in moods when i ( Read more... )

last night consisted of me going home early from the most awkward and uncomfortable gathering (where i didn't even get drunk enough) to reading A Night Without Armor in my bed. yeah. i was in one of those moods.

i hate new years.
belleville should suck less. thanks.