Nothing's perfect, not even close. And everything doesn't really make sense.

Nevertheless-- never the less, I feel a profound sense of gratitude for who I am, where I'm at, and who I'm with now. I am relieved at the confirmation that I make sense. And I laugh at the rest of the world for not being reasonable enough to understand me ( Read more... )

( For once I write about the heart and its frailty. )

Anti-stress pep talk to self:

Aislinn Kee, this is nothing. Nothing you can't do. You know yourself. You get things done. Done well even. And you will. Just gird your loins, stop whining, haul your ass through this fuckload of work, and you'll be fine. Three weeks, woman! Just do it.Speaking of anti-stress, it's an unbelievable relief to sit down ( Read more... )

Life has been such a downer lately. Actually, it's not even that. It's just it-- this looming collective of things that doom. Like a pitch-black rain cloud. That's what. It. And it is sucking the life out of me--

I was going to write about school being a living hell. But something came up and...

I'm not sure how long I can go at this, saying "I'm ( Read more... )

I need to get over myself.

I just realized. I'd like to design for non-profit orgs and campaigns more than for big capitalist companies.

I have rediscovered caffeine. A large coffee freeze from the caf is enough to keep me attentive for seven hours (and counting). My brain transforms into a super absorbent cotton ball. Here are the things I learned today ( Read more... )

As I was showing my morgue in thesis class today, I realized, "Holy sheet, these are really good." I guess I just mentally scrapped all my ideas right there and then. I didn't bother defending or even explaining my studies anymore. I knew they didn't work. Ali thought so too. And I couldn't argue with that. Haha ( Read more... )

I tell my mother that all my clothes seem to have gotten smaller. She tells me I'm fat and need to diet. Yeah. I think I look better now though. So does Earl and the neighbor. So I'm good. Sometimes I can't help thinking my parents messed me up somehow. But their parents probably messed them up too, and so on. Somehow, I just can't blame them ( Read more... )

I invited people from my Yahoo address book to join Plurk without checking who's included. I did not realize that I've actually invited some people I don't want to uhm, invite. I also realize the extent of stalking possibilities here. Not that anyone would want to stalk me. But uh... *sighs*