I don't need a reason baby
When I didn't understand algebra at age 9, I should have realized a career in science was all over for me.
(Not really, but boy do I remember my dad getting pissed when I didn't understand that you had to put all the unknowns on one side. This was before we learned algebra in school a few years later. And all those other math education moments that ended in tears, yet determination to make my dad proud someday.)
Really into Them Crooked Vultures at the moment. Oh Josh Homme, I wanna do bad things with you. I am very into True Blood. I am sorry I doubted you on account of Twilight retardation.
Everything is falling apart around me. This time "everything" means my electronics and other tangible goods. My beloved Toshiba ("Toshi") of 3 years is freezing up every now and then. I have to reset about 5 times before it goes back to normal. My Sennheiser earbuds I got back in February-March are dead on the left side. My iPod barely lasts two days anymore. These H&M 20den tights are not meant to last more than a few wears, are they? At $4 a pair, most people wouldn't give a shit and simply make another trip to the ol' instant fashion factory and stock up on some cheaply made products (how can I say no to a $15 silk-like button-up?). A pair of flats I got from Urban Outfitters in June are starting to get holes in them. I patched the inside up with black hockey tape. My toes aren't that sharp ;_;
Last night, the urge to look up "Denmark" on tumblr overcame me. It's like torture. The familiar sights, the feeling of warmth, the open spaces and overwhelming sense of "newness". Montreal, however, is wonderful. I'm realizing all this beauty that I've passed by. I've remained mostly sober the past few weeks. I've not cared much about boys (yet) this year. To be absolutely frank, as it sounds absurd for me, I have no feelings there whatsoever. The "boy crazy" me is dead. My books are the only ones in my bed now. (Oh, facade! I assure you: I have done more regular readings that I have all year.) Not that I couldn't go for one if he presented himself. See: Cute German boy in my CS class who must have thought I was stalking him as we followed the same path after class to the Engineering building. I just needed to print stuff, goddamn!
"This song's about fuckin'."
(Not really, but boy do I remember my dad getting pissed when I didn't understand that you had to put all the unknowns on one side. This was before we learned algebra in school a few years later. And all those other math education moments that ended in tears, yet determination to make my dad proud someday.)
Really into Them Crooked Vultures at the moment. Oh Josh Homme, I wanna do bad things with you. I am very into True Blood. I am sorry I doubted you on account of Twilight retardation.
Everything is falling apart around me. This time "everything" means my electronics and other tangible goods. My beloved Toshiba ("Toshi") of 3 years is freezing up every now and then. I have to reset about 5 times before it goes back to normal. My Sennheiser earbuds I got back in February-March are dead on the left side. My iPod barely lasts two days anymore. These H&M 20den tights are not meant to last more than a few wears, are they? At $4 a pair, most people wouldn't give a shit and simply make another trip to the ol' instant fashion factory and stock up on some cheaply made products (how can I say no to a $15 silk-like button-up?). A pair of flats I got from Urban Outfitters in June are starting to get holes in them. I patched the inside up with black hockey tape. My toes aren't that sharp ;_;
Last night, the urge to look up "Denmark" on tumblr overcame me. It's like torture. The familiar sights, the feeling of warmth, the open spaces and overwhelming sense of "newness". Montreal, however, is wonderful. I'm realizing all this beauty that I've passed by. I've remained mostly sober the past few weeks. I've not cared much about boys (yet) this year. To be absolutely frank, as it sounds absurd for me, I have no feelings there whatsoever. The "boy crazy" me is dead. My books are the only ones in my bed now. (Oh, facade! I assure you: I have done more regular readings that I have all year.) Not that I couldn't go for one if he presented himself. See: Cute German boy in my CS class who must have thought I was stalking him as we followed the same path after class to the Engineering building. I just needed to print stuff, goddamn!
"This song's about fuckin'."