Guess it's high-time I start going on about the guy, isn't it??

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There's a strange sigh of relief knowing that the last decade has now become a dead dog to kick around. Obviously any signs of actual change aren't going to really take place for some time but the arbitrary time-change in of itself is comforting when looking back at not only last year but that of the last ten years now ( Read more... )

This is what I get for being sucked into the momentum of things. Granted it's the day after and since I've been somewhat incommunicado this month, it won't be that much news to anyone that I've decided not to deal with Xmas at all this year. A lot of it had to do with wanting some sufficient time to recover from the last term and get myself ( Read more... )

So after a brief sleep from the internet to ensure I get through Stats with a passing grade (which will be the case; I may even walk away from it with an A depending on how finals went), I'm slowly returning to a semi-functioning, semi-sociable state, realizing there's any number of things I need to get back on track with ( Read more... )

So I'm going to try a bullet-type method to get all of the mundane things out of the way, but of course, when I say "mundane," it refers to all of the weird day-to-day stuff that, when they add to together, actually construct a fairly larger picture towards my recent goings-on. There won't necessarily be an order, mostly because I can't really keep ( Read more... )

Since the start of the term, I've been feeling as if in a haze. Moreso than usual. The rising mist that usually comes this time of year in the mornings only accentuates this as I'm waiting for the bus to whisk me to the other side of the city to speak awkwardly in tongues for two hours. Then there is the long trip to the odd end of what should be a ( Read more... )

Much of the past couple of months have been a haze. I'll get to that as it's worth recording ( Read more... )

So I finally got into the "so why are you still single?" conversation with my parents. Er, well, with my dad anyway. I figured it was only going to be a matter of time and considering we've had such a shaky relationship that's only been anything resembling amicable within the past few years, the conversation had to include all of those awkward ( Read more... )

Hindsight, for me, is usually divided into two specific kinds of atmospheres; one of haze and one of crystallized spires. If made visual, I know exactly what it would look like; eerily colored clouds in distorted landscapes with ominous formations looming in between refracting any trace of light into unrecognizable reflections. Whatever they ( Read more... )

I'm not entirely sure where to begin but I suppose it's time I sit down and finally write this.

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