1. Tell me one thing you love about me.

2. Tell me two things you love about yourself. This one I'm particularly interested in, so make it good. I mean it. No self-deprecation allowed!  

i stole this from vtiedyev , who stole it from junienicole , who had lifted it from kiwibox. or something. but it makes sense, so here:

( think up something witty & it'll all go to waste )

I just realized that I've spent my last two Friday afternoons at the library. Not because I had to study (though I do, I'm just lazy and procrastinate too much) or have a project due (yep, those too, but again, I'm an idiot and leave everything until the last possible second), but by choice. Conclusion: I need friends.

a few things:

un) see nicotina. now. diego luna is definitely someone i'd run away with. (i also think i might be developing a hunger for subtitled films - whenever i see an american movie now, i'm always thinking, 'this is dumb - you don't even get to read, just sit like an idiot and watch/wait for that horrible butt numbness to set in, which ( Read more... )

i wish somebody would just let me know who i'm supposed to be.

shoot me in the {edit: FUCKING} face. please?

why are my hands still shaking?

i made him laugh two days ago.

i walk around in a daze, awaking from my slumber only to answer when called on and shove sustenance down this gaping hole of a mouth. i can't feel anything.

he grinned at me, and i melted.

i feel like a meaningless shell of a person. my life's purpose is hidden somewhere inside these hallowed halls, and so i march ( Read more... )

remember way back when to the entry proclaiming my love for school? (you know, the one before this? yeah, that.)

well, it turns out it was more unabiding-hatred-cleverly-disguised-as-love-at-first-sight than shouting-from-the-rooftops-gloriously-happy-i-love-being-in-love love.

wait, does that make sense? no, it does not. so i'll translate. je ( Read more... )

i will maybe-probably-most likely-if all goes well-keep your fingers crossed be in the spectacular city of boston from sunday, september 26th, and monday, september 27th. and death cab for cutie, only one of the greatest bands on the entire planet, whom i have failed to see play a single show, are performing in boston. on september 28th. MY ( Read more... )

first day. too depressing for words.

if anyone has an inspirational first-day story to share (even if it's not from this year), i'd love to hear it. just because my life isn't good doesn't mean i don't want yours to be.