I can't sleep.

I forget to eat.

Only three days of school left.

Reluctant to leave for winter break.

Excited about Thailand, but weird about not seeing the boy for a month.

I wonder how he feels about that.

I should ask. I will ask.

I just want tacos, a latte and a good movie right now. That's all.

I've been in the library most of the weekend, working on a single paper and ignoring the study sessions for Brit Lit. I probably needed to go to those, but my arrogant nature told me that I should spend more time on the paper that was due a week ago. (It seems I can't turn anything in on time anymore...I think the only substantial thing I turned in ( Read more... )

Today felt like a Friday. But tonight feels like a Wednesday night.

I was going to say some things about nostalgia and the infinite possibility of the future, but I'm too tired to say things like that now.

My days as a pixie are now done. Tonight was el fin. All the work and the practice and the complaining and the rehearsals...it all added up to today. And now, it's all over. I'm glad it's all done, but I'm sad at the same time. I guess you could say that I'm melancholy ( Read more... )

According to Leah's calculations, I've consumed 60 ounces of coffee in the past 24 hours.

It might explain why I can't sit still.

As I grow older, I'm learning to appreciate every season. And not only appreciate, but love every season for what it is, what it gives me, and the light it sheds on the world.

Yes, this means I'm starting to like snow a little bit. And yes, it's weird. I don't really understand it myself.

But don't try to save me...I want to fall.

Huzzah for the consumerist hangover ( Read more... )

Ay. The family has arrived. Good thing I decided to just stay at my own place instead of rooming with the fam at the hotel. In my current mental state, I might not last too long with my crazy family ( Read more... )

Here are two songs that can sum up my life at this moment: Your Body Is A Wonderland by John Mayer //drool// and Why Do I Feel So Sad by Alicia Keys. It seems like an odd combination, but it makes sense to me...

Taken out of context, nothing is what it seems to be. Therefore, many times, I feel like a whore.

The question: do I stay and risk my heart? Or do I withdraw and protect myself? If I stay, there could be something good on the way, and I would say it was worth it all. If I leave, there wouldn't be anything to say anything about, and I'll never know. If I stay and everything falls apart (as Matthew Arnold says), I'll be in over my head and I'll ( Read more... )