Whoo, 7am. Perfect time for an update, in midst of cramming for LS4 final and failing miserably at being productive. I spent the last 15 minutes trying to upload crossover banquet pics to the eljay (hawtsex, I tell you). Unfortunately none worked out. It could be that I'm just incompetant or just plain indifferent. At this hour, it's hard to care ( Read more... )

What the hell was I doing all qtr? Getting a good 8 hours of sleep a night? Ridiculousnesssnesss.

I can do so much more running on just 4 hours for the past wk. That's 24 minus 4 equals 20 hours of waking life, doing shit, not doing shit. ahahahaha, I may be delirious.

holy shit, there is nothing more invigorating/exhilarating/interesting to me than complexity, a prism in white.

Well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark
But my fingers catch sparks at the thought of touching you

Then you walk on, baby, walk onMusic is never as pure as when your body's stone dead and your mind's weightless and it's 3:11 in the morning and a million minutes before the stars wake up and begin their journey from the night ( Read more... )

( everything you ever need to know about me )

If he went now, he’d never come back. He’d go and she wouldn’t know, or care. He’d come back and the same thing: she wouldn’t care. So what was the point? He wasn’t going anywhere.

And that made it worse. And made him more annoyed. And angry. And stupid.

This thing now. It was nothing. The thing itself.

'tis the season

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