carpe.... the road less traveled?
life’s too short to walk in straight lines.
as of right now i am thinking of doing it. in 4 days? idk. but right now. i might. ehh i mean i wrote more than 2000 words yesterday. but that was stream of conscious mostly. so i mean. if i need to have a plot idk if i can do it. but kristina horner makes a good point. i mean God knows i’ve started a bajillion other things that didn’t end well. why not one more attempt? hopefully i...
this is so awkward
i like to point out the awkward because even though it makes it more awkward. at least the awkward is out in the open. no one likes trying to avoid an elephant. at least now we can acknowledge the elephant is there and be awkward in the open together. trying to confine the awkward is no fun. we must embrace. or else nothing good can come of it.
do tears stain?
if i didn’t know better i might think that these are tear stains. but it’s just cause the tears never stopped falling that these spots are still here.
and empty calories. okay maybe not empty. they were filled with good deliciousness. but only when it was still warm. now it’s coagulated yuckiness?? erm so yeahs. i got panda again today. but this time there was green stuff……. covered in a saucy heartattack. also at ackerman they have shrimp chips. blowing money on food and cute things ftw.
sometimes when i’m drinking water the ratio of which i swallow the water compared to the rate of change of the angle of which i am tilting my water bottle isn’t so constant so water ends up dripping down my chin onto my shirt. so the world can identify the girl who cannot drink water nicely.
i can has party?
it’s that feeling when everyone has gone. and the dirty dishes fill the sink and the half drunken beer bottles are scattered atop the counters. the air has the feeling of emptiness like the life has been sucked out of it. like all the people whose breath once circulated the room have all left. the balloons are hovering on the ground. still wavering from the shifting of the air from the...
so erm i.....
did something. but only people who can stalk are worthy enough to experience the wonder. happy hunting. good luck and God bless. will it be worth it when you find it? probably not. :] <3
something's happening to the air
rain, sprinkle, drizzle, misting, pouring, shower, condensation, wet stuff. yeah yuh know. water in the sky.
two roads diverged
okay so this can go one of two ways. i can either be on a tumbling high for a while and then begin to dwindle, have my life become a crazy ball of shtuff and totally abandon this forever and ever. or i can become completely and utterly addicted to this and drop out of college and become a lower class hobo without a degree [but with a tumblr]. i wish there was a way to find middle ground. but...
signs of OCD
the night between wednesday and thursday i did not officially go to sleep. for reasons that make sense to me but probably not to most level headed people. but that is besides the point. the point is that between huge blocks of chemmage i finally took the time to sort through the 200+ emails i had acquired from various societies and clubs here at ucla. remember, when you sign up and they say...
there are 7 types of people
yesterday i spent an hour on bruinwalk passing out ‘flyers’ [actually they were bookmarks, with nothing too informational on em…] for Beyond the Wall. but thank the lord they were having a sale [buy 3 get a 4th free] so i pretty much i spent an hour yelling ‘poster sale’ nonstop. let me tell you about some of the people. they pretty much all fit into one of these...
time is irrelevant
-within the first three weeks i learned that ackerman has wireless and i can make noise and eat. plus the constant buzz of the people is surprising not as distracting as i thought it would be. i might drop by the library every now and then, but ackerman’s where it’s at yo. -not even halfway through the first quarter and i already have 2 overdue books :/ sadness that there’s no...
i was here when the sun went to bed and i will be here when the sun awakes. making up for all the times the sun has looked after us in the long hours of the day. i shall keep watch over the night. the moon is a flitty little thing. it cannot be trusted. sometimes it’s there. and sometimes it’s not. no fear mr sun. i am here. watching over your people for you. sleep in peace. [oh and...
so umm today on the way back from the dining hall we heard blaring music. no not rap. disney. yeahh thaz how we rolls. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSu4hOLYrXk
we must prepare.
or we will be forced to when the time comes. today didn’t go too terribly well. except for one teenytiny part. which wasn’t too incredibly awesome. but yeah. off to do chem so tomorrow will be a good day.
colors of the wind
i wish i could draw. or paint. or write music. i mean aggressively typing out my feelings works most of the time. but sometimes it doesn’t. it’s also nice to, after you’ve let everything go, to look at what’s been created and have it be more visual or auditorial than words on a screen. not that i’m not completely grateful. but if i could write poetry or sketch or...
is a language all in it’s own. and i’m not so sure anyone can translate it. i mean we can try. but it’s by no means as easy as googling ‘english music translation’ i think it’s kinda of like…. the episode of Grey’s Anatomy when Izzie helps the Chinese woman’s daughter outside the hospital and even though she can’t speak Chinese she still...
have yet to start book: 28 week: 40 physics: 3 more problems chem: don’t wanna talk about it wall: empty gym count: 3? if that. letters made: 4/5 letters sent: 0