February 2011
23 posts
it’s interesting. it’s interesting that you never realize how much a little thing impacts you until it’s gone. i realize after writing that sentence that this post will sound and awful lot like a cliche like “i’m so sad i didn’t appreciate it till it was gone fuuuuuu-“
but i’ll try to internalize all that triteness.
but c’mon it’s...
January 2011
23 posts
sometimes i wish
i think i need more food in my house. my cabinets and fridge are totally devoid of all things snack-like or edible in the early hours of the morning. sadly, not the best environment for a girl who is basically nocturnal. plus my dad eats all the semi-snack-like items before i can. life is hard when you live in a family of proud and unrestricted fatties.
love this song and also describes me all day,...
i had something really groundbreaking to write about the other day, but i forgot it, which made me sad, but now i have something else to write about.
there are sometimes those days when you wake up, and suddenly you know the answer. maybe it’s the answer to a decision or a question that has long been plaguing you. but all of the sudden, you know. you just know.
how does this happen? ...
y’know who sometimes sucks?
people.
haiku of chemistry and my life at 1 AM:
chemistry, it seems
enjoys fucking me over
sad, sad life of me.
not my best work, but i’d rather know how to write out the solutions to all these chemical equilibrium problems than write a good haiku. for now.
goodmorningxd asked: You should just take AP Psych.
goodmorningxd asked: You should just take AP Psych.
should i make a new tumblr/blog to record my dreams?
why do people speak the language of sarcasm?
i read a quote somewhere or something like that that said basically “sarcasm is the language of the weak/scared.” to me, that kind of just doesn’t make sense. but maybe i’m just making shit up, which i do a lot because i’m pretty much delusional.
it’s strange because around a certain age, everyone starts speaking...
today i was out to lunch with a friend, and we were discussing a mutual friend who had a job and earned a lot of money doing so.
i don’t know why, but i’m struck by a sudden urge to get a summer job. i would try to find one now, but i have barely enough time to sleep.
having a job and going to work seems fun. am i weird?
i am making this list so that i don’t forget:
things to do second semester of senior year:
cook something new for myself every week or every month or every two weeks or SOMETHING.
bake. a lot.
learn photography.
get a job.
MAKE AN EPIC MEAL TIME.
to be continued…
so around 7 PM i finally finished the moviegoer.
what the shit is happening in this book.
i mean usually when i have this question, i turn to sparknotes, cliffsnotes, wikipedia, SOMETHING. no. no, no, no.
this book is not on sparknotes. this book is not on cliffsnotes. this book has maybe a one paragraph summary with little to no substance on wikipedia.
so i go on bookrags. bookrags has...
reading is hard.
reading books of considerable literary merit is hard.
maybe i’m just dumb.
i’m currently reading the moviegoer by walker percy for my english term paper book. a week ago i had only read 40 pages of the 241 total. it didn’t really have a plot but i didn’t mind because i convinced myself it was catcher-in-the-rye-esque and that i just hadn’t read...
life is complicated. oh well!