LI. snuggle, v, to lie or press closely, as for comfort or from affection; nestle; cuddle
Do you ever want to go back and reevaluate everything someone has ever said to you in light of recent developments? I, naturally, do it all the time because a lot of things most things go totally over my head and then something will happen to totally change the way I look at a person and I'm all, bzuh wha? Oh, so then, that time you said.... and you really meant...? I must become more socially adept or I will surely perish!
...Sorry...what am I talking about?
No, I'm serious. What is my major malfunction, here? Also, I have a pen stuck in my lip. I don't know if that counts for anything. Probably not.
My dad and stepmom and brother are going home today; I had dinner with them at my aunt and uncle's with some friends of theirs last night. It was really nice. I guess I wasn't ready to miss my family, given how long I've been dying to escape them and solidify my own identity.
That said, my mom is driving me steadily insane. She can be so cloying and insistent, and she doesn't seem to want to let me grow up and handle things for myself.
I mean, I definitely miss my dad the most, because he is the most low-anxiety of any of them. But I think he worries about me a lot, too.
AAAAAH BLACK LIPS I LOVE YOU.
And, Elvis Costello. And, weirdly, I feel compelled to listen to Akon's "I Wanna Fuck You" followed by R. Kelly's "Ignition". I think there might be something wrong with me?
Ooooooh Belle and Sebastian.
I wanna make a new wave/flower punk/twee pop/trashy R&B/Elvis Presley mix and dance until I fall over. I can't explain the motivation for this. I'm sort of just babbling anyway. Plus I am utterly obsessed with music.
(lovethenewblack (12:28:36 AM): What the fuck is with my iTunes? It just played me Akon, Billie Holliday, Sufjan, BSS, The Smiths, The Beatles, Yo La Tengo, Long Winters, Led Zeppelin.
lovethenewblack (12:28:56 AM): I am like a musical schizophrenic.)
Also, ugh, I... I AM SO INARTICULATE. I want to be able to describe how I feel about stuff, but I can't.
I'm REALLY happy. Slightly insane. I kind of have no idea what I am doing. I mean, when was the last time somebody said "I like you" to me? Oh, that's right... NEVER. Um, except that kid who wrote me love letters when I was 13. Which was creepy. So, woohoo! Crippling inexperience, as usual!
And I just found $20 on Telegraph. WTF/FTW.
Aaaaaand... I made an A on my first PACS paper!!!!!
ALASTAIR IS OFFICIALLY COMING TO SEE ME. Yay. I need to visit Martha.
Devora is the snuggliest huggymuffin ever. We cuddled in the grass. (:
...Sorry...what am I talking about?
No, I'm serious. What is my major malfunction, here? Also, I have a pen stuck in my lip. I don't know if that counts for anything. Probably not.
My dad and stepmom and brother are going home today; I had dinner with them at my aunt and uncle's with some friends of theirs last night. It was really nice. I guess I wasn't ready to miss my family, given how long I've been dying to escape them and solidify my own identity.
That said, my mom is driving me steadily insane. She can be so cloying and insistent, and she doesn't seem to want to let me grow up and handle things for myself.
I mean, I definitely miss my dad the most, because he is the most low-anxiety of any of them. But I think he worries about me a lot, too.
AAAAAH BLACK LIPS I LOVE YOU.
And, Elvis Costello. And, weirdly, I feel compelled to listen to Akon's "I Wanna Fuck You" followed by R. Kelly's "Ignition". I think there might be something wrong with me?
Ooooooh Belle and Sebastian.
I wanna make a new wave/flower punk/twee pop/trashy R&B/Elvis Presley mix and dance until I fall over. I can't explain the motivation for this. I'm sort of just babbling anyway. Plus I am utterly obsessed with music.
(lovethenewblack (12:28:36 AM): What the fuck is with my iTunes? It just played me Akon, Billie Holliday, Sufjan, BSS, The Smiths, The Beatles, Yo La Tengo, Long Winters, Led Zeppelin.
lovethenewblack (12:28:56 AM): I am like a musical schizophrenic.)
Also, ugh, I... I AM SO INARTICULATE. I want to be able to describe how I feel about stuff, but I can't.
I'm REALLY happy. Slightly insane. I kind of have no idea what I am doing. I mean, when was the last time somebody said "I like you" to me? Oh, that's right... NEVER. Um, except that kid who wrote me love letters when I was 13. Which was creepy. So, woohoo! Crippling inexperience, as usual!
And I just found $20 on Telegraph. WTF/FTW.
Aaaaaand... I made an A on my first PACS paper!!!!!
ALASTAIR IS OFFICIALLY COMING TO SEE ME. Yay. I need to visit Martha.
Devora is the snuggliest huggymuffin ever. We cuddled in the grass. (: