Snow days are my saviour.
I was in a good rut for a while, where I didn't have a super amount of things to do, but now I'm back into crazy mode. Oh well. Only like a week and a half more of first semester. That went fast. And second semester goes by even faster. Oh my.
Ah well.

I can't wait til Christmas. I just want to fast forward to Saturday, when the assembly's over and I'm with Erik in front of my fire place drinking that excellent tea and laughing. Alas, I have no access to a time machine, so I'll just have to wait it out.

There is a murder mystery occurring within my very cells. By the looks of my recent medical trips, it is very badly written, with a jumbling plot line and half-thought out characters with haphazard dialogue. A grad student's dream of a first touch of glory. Essentially, someone is dying. Shakily. Unknown. Potentially unsolvable. But the way of it ( Read more... )

My knee and head hurts.
I don't want to write this essay.
Why is life just one long essay?
Why hasn't that dressmaking girl answered the email I sent her three weeks ago?
rar.
BUT
Rent is on tuesday :D
And Christmas is semi-coming.
And so is Wicked again! yay!

All I've been doing lately is writing essays: Reading, annotating, analyzing, synthesising, proving, arguing, articulating, introducing, stating, supporting, and concluding. That has been the essence of my existence for the past month, or so ( Read more... )

I hated carousels. The up and down and round and round made me feel funny, like it would never end, and then it did end, and I couldn't walk straight. Hayden took me to a carousel, the September before he left again. He told me he loved me and would never leave me, but I let him go. I let him go, because I thought it was for the best. He left and ( Read more... )

I've realized that my family has no standing traditions. We don't sit around the dinner table and say what we're thnakful for, we don't do any stupid Christmas-related things... instead we gather, cook, we and sit and talk. Family room chitchat, TV room with football and yells, basement young bucks with beer and cigarettes, kitchen guilt and ( Read more... )

Alright! I get it! The fates have cursed me with a talentless brain! One that cannot cope with or without the stress it floats around in. So I just forget the stress, watch football games from the grassy hills wrapped in a blanket and Erik's hair, then spend two days buying music books to fuel the talentless fire and watch as much Grey's Anatomy as ( Read more... )

And the best birthday present I have yet to recieve is a letter from a beautiful friend, telling me that he has killed himself.

Is it just me, or does this year suck?

Effective immediately ( Read more... )