i love that when i'm having a great time in life, i get a terrible migraine that blurs all colors and feelings into a massive gray ball of pain ( Read more... )

nothing describes the perfectness of this week. hell yesh.

a feeling washed over me of being hopeless. i have restarted my 2D Design project multiple times and it keeps getting fucked up by outside forces. Seth played cards with me for awhile, but i read an article where the Health Minister of Japan called women "birth-giving machines." it made me sad ( Read more... )

she's young, she said ( Read more... )

i don't know if i've ever cried so much in my life. half of my heart is screaming "CRAST, you fucking idiot, what have you done? why couldn't you just stick it out a little longer ( Read more... )

my heart is being crushed to death by a small vice and the blood running out of it will be your breakfast orange juice. i love you. i'm sorry.

i want to talk in-depth about the presentation i saw Constance DeJong put on the other night, but i'm still so frustrated i can't properly articulate myself. contemporary art has a very fine line between what is innovative and what is being purely pretentious. ugh ( Read more... )

my fucking roommates were up 'till 3:30 last night not doing anything. they have kept me up before, and i was pissed, but usually at 2 or 2:30. Melissa was in the study room for all this, so i consider her immune ( Read more... )

i like walking east across the oval, watching the man sell hot dogs across from Independence Hall. he doesn't mind to pause his sales to light a cigarette, and smiles when you tell him you'd buy something if you had a dollar ( Read more... )

i went to Sunflower Market seeking the free lunch promised by a flier in the Rec Center and instead walked out with a large tub of baba ganouj, an equally large box of pita chips, and a layer of Blue Sky Cola. combined with the cereal my ma bought me and the milk/yogurt i take away from the cafeteria, i think i have food covered for the next two ( Read more... )