Ok, so this is probably one of those entries I'll post and regret later, but anyway, here goes ( Read more... )

One of the best lines ever:

"Happiness just isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat."

from Notting Hill

hey, just wanted to apologize for the last entry. i will soon update with something rooted in the reality of this universe. hope you all have a good weekend.

Came across something that caught my eye almost a year ago now and was reminded of my confusion at that time. Shared it with a mutual friend without any context that would make her say what I wanted to hear, who proceeded to say, "But... that's you." So I'm not crazy (although I think this cat and hat thing merits more study ( Read more... )

The first week home for winter break, you put pictures of friends in frames, burn CDs of your favorite music, and live on your laptop, but no matter what you do, it’s just not the same as being at school. And what starts to get to you is, this is supposed to be your home. And it’s not anymore. It felt strange to be home for a weekend here and there ( Read more... )

The movies get it wrong. You can be friends with someone of the opposite sex that you find attractive. And they will be one of the best friends you'll ever find in life. You'll have these amazing moments that stand out against everything else, all the background not involving them. They will make you feel special and remind you that you're not ( Read more... )

Thanks to those who responded positively to a pulse check, I'm feeling a bit ambitious, but don't worry, I'll be slow to post and vaguely non-committed for a while thanks to the fun of classes. (PS - for those worried about my personal life, i shall have no actual life this semester) So don't get your panties in a twist, but I'm starting to put ( Read more... )

**cricket cricket**

pulse check: anyone actually reading this anymore?

Ok, I'm bored. Really, really bored. Watching episodes of Full House from 1987 bored. But I don't want to go back to school. In fact, soon the crazies going to Europe will be leaving. Their departure implies that soon I'll be going back to school too. And I don't want to learn anymore. Actually, I love learning. It's the "spitting the material back ( Read more... )

Last night I faced the hard truth that now, at twenty, I can stay up until two in the morning with my light on, and no one will come and yell at me to go to sleep. I almost feel the urge to hide under my blankets with the flashlight to read, to keep in practice despite this current trend! As if, in many years, some poor fool who has married me will ( Read more... )