May 2011
OH COOL, TEARS.
Time to smoke a pack!
Dan is best at life.
goodsamaritans:
this is my english literature in the age of sensibility professor. notice how classy he is as he smokes a cigar while discussing persuasion with our class.he is a boss.
I cannot be this hot and depressed anymore.
Worst combination ever. Need to go home now.
Campus is weird sometimes.
Because when I just want to be alone, I cannot find a single place to go.
And when I find a place, and everyone comes to sit with me, I just feel lonelier.
gossipseer asked: Never.
gossipseer asked: No.
I am bored.
Someone talk.
TMI IDC
THESE CRAMPS CANNOT BE REAL.
Studying makes me miss my momma.
When I was in high school and needed to study, we would sit on the couch and she would stay up and “uh-huh” and “mhmm” as I talked through everything I needed to study that she didn’t understand. Eventually she would fall asleep, but I felt better having her there.
Also, mommy hugs are the best hugs.
Finals, especially of the physics variety, should...
That is all.
I am too sad to be tired.
But I’m never too tired to be sad!
My bed is a black hole.
Doing my physics homework is oddly like trying to suffocate myself.
But that’s probably just because I have a pillow over my head.
Oh look, farm animals.
I’m pretty sure my momma did not send me these Easter Peanut Butter smidgens so that I could stress eat through my physics homework. But damn, do they get the job done.
What he doesn't know will kill you.
You met him a few months ago, and somehow he managed to seep into your subconscious like that “Suga how you get so fly” song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don’t know why he’s there. But he is, whether you like it or not. You know his cell phone, his room phone. You can dial his Aunt Doreen’s house in Brattleboro (where he goes to do his...
Revolutions.
We’re the unmended, the untended, cold soldiers of the shoe. We’re the neglected, the never resurrected, agonies of the few. We’re the once kissed, unmissed and always refused. Because we’re the unfinished and feared and we’re never pursued. And just that easily, on my behalf, I come around. Because I’m burning. The beast of War feeds only on the meats of War....
Someone needs to find this for me.
away-in-neverland:
$32.00….omg..I have to get this necklace…I love it, I don’t care how much it is…it’s beautiful and I’d always wear it!
Physicists don't need to be pretty.
In an effort to become even more ridiculously attractive than I already am (read: unshowered and somewhat dreadlocked) I just spilled coffee on myself. And my dirty, dreadlocked hairs.
Cool.
“We were born and brought up with the maxim that “time is money.” We...”
How's it going to be?
Less than ten days.
All dressed up.
I read about ancient myths and forgotten oppressions. So I didn’t think about you. I saw pictures of toddlers playing silly games. So I didn’t think about you. I smelled what was left of my fancy perfume when I took off my sweatshirt. So I didn’t think about you. I tasted glitter and expensive red on my lips. So I didn’t think about you. I crossed the room and...
There is no scheming. There is no missing you.
I feel like I was just kicked in the heart.
Can't make this happen.
Even lower today than yesterday. And the day before.
Been crying on and off all day. And now I can’t sleep.
THINGS I SHOULD DO BEFORE BED.
Shower myself.
Read some chapters for Stars and Galaxies.
Read a chapter for The Search for Life in the Universe.
THINGS I WILL NOT DO BEFORE BED.
See above.
