j u s t b e f o r e t h e b r i n k . . .
I've sort of given up on being the perfect student for today. I mean by no means have I been the perfect student since the end of my first year in college, but I've been upset about it on and off for almost two years now. I'm kind of over it, but it could just be one of those 'off' moments. Regardless, I'm ready to be done with class and ready for this uber-Canadian professor of mine to stop asking us irrelevant questions about the poetry of William Morris. There are other things worth worrying about, to me anyway.
Not that they're more important, just things that I'd rather be thinking about.
I really want to publish something in print. I want a booklet full of my ideas and my work floating around out there, but I'm too afraid of criticism to throw one together. Perhaps that will be my project over the course of the break. I should be studying and fretting over my summer applications, but that's really unrealistic and unhealthy. I think it's time for a little selfish fun after two weeks of overall selflessness. I could list all the different things I've done for other people over the past couple of weeks, but I don't quite see the point.
I was able to paint my nails with my best friend--we'll just call her ELLE SQUARED--yesterday. We had a lot of fun. I cut off the tip of my thumb while I was cutting up peppers to put in our chili. It was great, really. I'm not sure why but things like that make me laugh. It's probably the only way I can deal with the pain without wincing or whining like a child. Life's better when you find humor and joy in things that are otherwise not so.
So anyway, nails...
I'm wearing this crappy cheap attempt at matte pink fingernail polish with cheap French white tips drawn across the tips, but quite frankly they are so much fun in their immaturity and chipped charm that I'm probably going to keep them for a while. It makes me feel like I'm 13 again. Man, I feel old.
*sigh* anyway, I just needed that little bit of time of personal reflection. I have been denying it to myself for a little longer than desired. Spring Break is almost here. *crosses fingers* please come smoothly.
<3.
BEE TEE DUBS....
I found this...skin(?) for my Firefox browser and it's making me happy. Jacob Black...yummmmmm. I really wish this story wasn't borderline pedophilia. Perhaps I'll make up my own story about dumbass sparkling vampires and super hot and sexy werewolves that doesn't involve teenagers or people who are over a century old masquerading as a 17-year-old boy. Bleh. Vampires are so unattractive. Why would you want to be with what is essentially a corpse? Hmm...gotta figure out what makes this whole Twilight business so appealing. I wanna make millions on addictive cracked-out plots too.
XOXO.
Not that they're more important, just things that I'd rather be thinking about.
I really want to publish something in print. I want a booklet full of my ideas and my work floating around out there, but I'm too afraid of criticism to throw one together. Perhaps that will be my project over the course of the break. I should be studying and fretting over my summer applications, but that's really unrealistic and unhealthy. I think it's time for a little selfish fun after two weeks of overall selflessness. I could list all the different things I've done for other people over the past couple of weeks, but I don't quite see the point.
I was able to paint my nails with my best friend--we'll just call her ELLE SQUARED--yesterday. We had a lot of fun. I cut off the tip of my thumb while I was cutting up peppers to put in our chili. It was great, really. I'm not sure why but things like that make me laugh. It's probably the only way I can deal with the pain without wincing or whining like a child. Life's better when you find humor and joy in things that are otherwise not so.
So anyway, nails...
I'm wearing this crappy cheap attempt at matte pink fingernail polish with cheap French white tips drawn across the tips, but quite frankly they are so much fun in their immaturity and chipped charm that I'm probably going to keep them for a while. It makes me feel like I'm 13 again. Man, I feel old.
*sigh* anyway, I just needed that little bit of time of personal reflection. I have been denying it to myself for a little longer than desired. Spring Break is almost here. *crosses fingers* please come smoothly.
<3.
BEE TEE DUBS....
I found this...skin(?) for my Firefox browser and it's making me happy. Jacob Black...yummmmmm. I really wish this story wasn't borderline pedophilia. Perhaps I'll make up my own story about dumbass sparkling vampires and super hot and sexy werewolves that doesn't involve teenagers or people who are over a century old masquerading as a 17-year-old boy. Bleh. Vampires are so unattractive. Why would you want to be with what is essentially a corpse? Hmm...gotta figure out what makes this whole Twilight business so appealing. I wanna make millions on addictive cracked-out plots too.
XOXO.