January 2011
17 posts
wired.
last night I drunkenly dreamed that there was essentially a blog destruction button and apparently I was unaware of its function, so I pressed it. I mourned it like a death, cried over the loss of almost two years of my life in type, and went to blogspot for support. while I know that I’m far too invested in this catablog of my life events, you better believe that I’m going to back...
anthology angst.
place order for set of books, cross them off the book list, feel accomplished. check conformation, realize order only includes one of the two necessary books, panic. cancel order, rewrite book list, relax.
the fact that this was the most stressful part of my day is both encouraging & disheartening all at once.
prove.
my newly found, over-achiever mentality is already getting the best of me. coupled with my ever-present stubbornness I am entirely blinded by expectations, setting myself up to be side-swiped by reality. despite my recognition of the amount of work I’m facing as well as the list of rational reasons dropping a class would benefit me, I can’t seem to let myself off that easy. I want to...
spring semester, day 1: “think of it this way, if it sounds like a dick joke, it’s probably a dick joke.”
IT IS NO COINCIDENCE THAT THIS MAN IS THE REASON I’M AN ENGLISH MAJOR.
an undecided heart makes such a mess.
better now than never.
let me put winter break in a nutshell:
familial holiday dysfunction
nowhere but up from new year’s
leslie codependency
reality television overdose
CC summer 2011 teaser
the vegas
there was good, there was bad, there was tiffany.
well, it’s no secret that I’m slightly unstable. I didn’t necessarily expect to be mentally sound after five weeks of obligation free...
dweller.
I’m alright with my current (and blatantly obvious) lack of a social life, but if there is any sign of puke in my bathroom tomorrow morning I will go apeshit.
in other news, my life is consistently providing plenty of future book material & I’m starting to feel a little more human.
outweighed.
pros:
my hair looks good
flirting is good exercise
my inner-attention whore would be thrilled
cons:
getting ready, therefore getting out of bed
the possible angry/jealous girlfriend reaction
all kinds of awkwardness
guaranteed reminder of why we’ll never work out
the timing of all these unwanted pursuits is really marvelous. you’re 100% sure we’ll get back together?...
playing house.
fresh hair, fresh start. out with the old. period. clutter free space, clutter free mind. mantra me this.
all in theory I guess.
I’ve been thinking a lot about growing up lately. I guess because I don’t necessarily consider myself an adult at this juncture (check the drunken antics & sparkley nail polish), seeing my peers cross over from the young life to the real world makes me...
look up.
well, no use crying over spilt guts & lost dignity. that is so 2010.