Logging in to LJ is like walking through the ruins of a thousand year old civilization.

Home alone. Cold shower. Bathtowel. Beatles on full volume. Mangoes. A free Saturday after a month. And my whole life ahead.

That awkward moment when you know what exactly was wrong with you all along, and you can't do shit about it. 

I wish I could just le-go and have fun. 
I wish I could travel the world.

Mom, may I?

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*This is a Russian Red version of the popular song of the same title. First popularized by Cindy Lauper. The video is old and I feel embarrassed for their clothes and hairstyle, but cool nonetheless :D *

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Trying to keep a dream journal, but it so happens that most of my dreams are disturbing and I don't want to document them. 
Bye bye lucid dreams.

The only thing that keeps me going is the thought that there are only about 5 months left for all this to get over. Not thinking about the battles ahead, for now.

My first laptop was when college started, and my second one when college is ending
:)
I must be one of the very few people who smile whenever they talk about their college coming to an end. I can't wait!

Hi there, Future-pritygirl.
               You are under no circumstance allowed to regret what 21 year old you said above. You may NOT ( Read more... )

I realize that it was childish, the way I held on to my (stupid) journal title and icons. I'm definitely not going to idolize Lindsay Lohan anymore, or watch any more of Friends. I've changed in so many ways, and happily so. Except over here. I did it today, and it's weird how good it feels! I've replaced all my icons, even changed my default. Look ( Read more... )

How To Greet Death - Gabriel Gadfly

Greet death
with your hands in your pockets,
slouched back, cool,
collected, and confident.
Wear a hint of a grin
and a dash of cologne.
Say What took you so long?
Say You're behind the times, man.
Say Dead is the new black.
Coffin is the new condo.
Pallor is the new tan.
La vida muerta.

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