If you really care, just ask ( Read more... )

I am 20. and getting published. in love. busy and booked. ready. and willing. yet still looking for more.

so bring it on.

mhm mhmm mhmmm.
it was bound to happen, I suppose.
and now it's time.

and then you come to realize what really matters.
better late than never.

good old sophistries of june...

because I'm back on campus which has only like 5 people total here, and because I don't leave to new york for another day and because fools rush in is a boring movie and i'm kind of bored ( Read more... )

It took me a whole semester and an amazing play by the Yale School of Drama (Zero Hour-about a Bosnian emigrating from war torn Bosnia to Germany and then to the US), to finally understand what I'm doing/supposed to be doing here in college, and what I've neglected to do for the first few months of school.

Ummmmmmmmm....

Spring semester, anyone?

never underestimate the power of bad decisions while sober. there's something really great about waking up the next morning and saying: gosh, did I just do/say that (no seriously, DID I?) just to, unlike everybody else, be able to say: oh, yeah--I was sober. It's all on me ( Read more... )

To sa postanowienia z tego tygodnia ( Read more... )

so I know I wrote that I wouldn't write anymore...but, after all, this wouldnt be the first thing I contradict myself. So my most articulate and clever remark (as articulate and clever, of course, as it gets at 1:30 am) is OH WELL ( Read more... )

i dislike the foxtrot. immensely.