point great

you know when things are going great when...

-you can't stop smiling (not because of a funny thing) 

-everything seems beautiful you don't feel like being a homicidal maniac in a room full of people -there isn't an inclination to jump off a tall buildings or bridges 

-you spend the day outdoors willingly and not in a dark room, curled up into a fetal position 

-it's definite that someone is thinking about you even if they are miles upon miles away 

 ... 

 alas, these feelings are fleeting. how quickly it all changes to the way we were.

Showers for fools

Some important news:

-moving to geneva next week
-pregnant with my frapanese scotsman's baby
-dropping out
-set for life

-yeahh

hahahaa, it's fish day.

and other interests at the moment:
these things...

*this vid


*this song
here

*this place

I want to walk under that canopy of wisteria, hand-in-hand with my frapanese scotsman, imagining it's an 18^th century romance novel by some lovelorn, lonely English woman.

relief

FINALS ARE OVER!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!

I'm going to party, party, and then party.

My mind erases the learnings of roughly 90 days and are glad to do so.



Also..it's time for spring break!

You got me greening

Won't this month end already??? Totally unrelated to the succeeding bit down below there.


because you've got 8 minutes to spare before, during, and after chugging your Guinness and cheap, green beer.
and everybody, but everybody likes leprechauns.
except this one:

mad, mad, mad marzo

When you know you did something bad, but you don't have any guilt over having done it. That's what it's all about, you know.

youth follies

this a day seen less than once in a full moon.

more cracker than animal.
i don't know if this is significant at all, especially to those who've never met me in real life...but i cried myself to sleep last night and i woke up with tears in my eyes. That has never happened before, sadness enveloping me and ruining my day before i even remember i have phonology homework due in a few hours (that usually sends me into a fanatic panic mode where I try to rationalize and think out problem sets intended for a week's worth of pondering). In actuality, the event reducing me to this extreme reaction of misery set off a chain reaction of realizations of related incidents.

Loneliness, though tolerable, takes its toll and being abandoned doesn't help.
Rationalizing and connecting on the micro-scale have little use for me now if i'm just going to get fucked up (and not in the way i want).

Gimme some loving

it's that time of the year..for blood-coloured things and hearts aplenty. I miss the simpler interpretations of this holiday, elementary school-times where it was all about the candy, but not those shitty little hearts.


and getting valentines with x-men characters declaring adoration (eg."you're magnetic", "let me read your mind/i was thinking the same thing", "i feel your burning gaze/and i like it") for you from your secret crush (though you totally knew he sent the same one to all the other girls in the class and you still treasured the piece of paper).

it was fun, relatively harmless, inclusive, and...delicious. Maybe it's still delicious to me now, the only consistent aspect, whenever i happen to be the recipient of candies/chocolates/edible things.

Particularly jaded. And lonely. For the time being I will derive pleasure from viewing this: