On monday night, I lost my best friend. He was the fuzziest, sweetest creature I've ever come across and he came in to my life when I was twelve. It wasn't love at first sight, I found him a little intimidating, but after we started to get used to each other I realized that he was the one, and I've never felt as much about anyone as I have about my ( Read more... )

The dream is this: That we’ll finally be happy when we reach our goals. Find the guy, finish our internship… that’s the dream. Then we get there… and if we’re human, we immediately start dreaming of something else. Because if this is the dream… then we’d like to wake up. Now, please.

At some point, maybe we accept that the dream has become a ( Read more... )

My new flatmate is awesome. She wears mismatched socks, has a Mooncup, and offers me Chinese takeaway. She rocks!

I'm not sure about anything at the moment, but I do feel a lot clearer since taking this prozac shit. It's been about 5 weeks. I don't know that I feel better, really, but I don't feel like I'll never feel better, like I used to. w00t. Today, I want to move to santa monica, get a dog (an airedale, named sassafrass), make reeds, start a chamber ( Read more... )

I can't sleep because I have, alternatingly, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry and Britney circling through my head, singing their catchy tunes. Oh and the fact that my body thinks it's still 8 pm and it shouldn't be sleeping any more, even though I was sleeping very nicely two hours ago. Fail.

This persistent circadian desynchronosis is only to be expected ( Read more... )

I am back in london now, and I'm okay with it, which I very much wasn't yesterday morning and in the few days leading up to my departure from sunny southern california. I was so upset I cried for an hour before packing my suitcase at the last minute. My parents were all, "you don't have to go!" which totally didn't help, because I didn't really ( Read more... )

I am resentful that the GOP considers me, as a lily-livered bleeding heart liberal egghead communist, not a real American, or even anti-American. I am tired of politicians trying to alienate people. So I quote the West Wing, as you do in times of hardship ( Read more... )

Life as a post-postgraduate is really freaking weird. I kind of feel like I have no direction at all, even though there are things that I want to do and things I need to learn. I have no patience for playing the bassoon at the moment, which I surely do not need to mention is bad, since it's why I moved here in addition to being my best hope for ( Read more... )

All that is standing between me and my masters' degree is 3500 words, and god damn it writing them is like squeezing blood from a stone! 3500 words is hardly anything, so what is my problem? It's like the distance from where I am sitting to the doorway in pages, it would take me two seconds to walk there. Part of me is afraid of finishing, because ( Read more... )

Let it be said for the record that I never thought I would find myself making a snowman in a huge snowstorm on the sixth of April.