January 2012
I hate writing on the back sides of paper in a notebook. The spiral is on the right and totes messes up the last right fourth of of my paper.
Lookin’ all jank and shit.
Not cool.
“I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (via larmoyante)
THINGS I HATE:
AUTOMATED TELEPHONE LINES WHERE YOU HAVE TO VOCALLY ANSWER QUESTIONS AND IT ASKS YOU THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AND OVER
GIVE ME A GODDAMN HUMAN BEING
THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF FOLKS THAT NEED JOBS RIGHT NOW
HIRE THEM
I WANT TO TALK TO THEM
IT IS MY LIFE LONG DREAM
BALLS
Not understand something that are the fundamentals for the basis of the most vital class to your major is very irritating and somewhat disheartening.
I’m currently working on stylistic practices for good voice leading in four-part choral writing. There’s all the rules we have to memorize and know off the top our heads. Then, there are exceptions to those rules in certain cases. But...
Sitting here doing music theory.
All I want to do is lay around in bed with you for the rest of the day.
That’s where I need to be.
I'm Angelina, you Jennifer.
Come on, bitch. You see where Brad at.
Just finished with my first Tau Beta MC tasks.
Walking around with one of my big’s and my twin sis was pretty stellar, even if my feet hurt and it was super boring. Just talking about everything was nice. Now, time to cram in homework before my MC meeting at 9ish and then hopefully I can go to bed after.
Because, seriously, I have got to sleep more. I’m dying.
Halfway done with a SUPER shitty day.
A day in which I get shot down by the professor of the most crucial class for my major and humiliated, due to lack of understanding and whatnot.
A day where my shoes are soaking wet and my feet hurt from being cold.
A day where I read the wrong 19 page article for philosophy.
A day where I get a ticket.
Something I have always wondered:
When we read, how do we automatically know which tense of “read” to use before we even finish the sentence?
"Don't Think Twice, It's Alright" came on shuffle.
And it just makes me feel like today is going to be okay, despite the mountain stacked against me.
This has turned into quite the interesting night.
Quite the interesting night, indeed.
Did I mention that I’ve become virtual BFF’s with my new roommate? I mean, seriously, this girl is brilliant and she’s /just/ like me. So blessed.
We touch, I feel a rush; We clutch, it isn’t much. But it’s enough to make me wonder what’s in store for us. It’s lust, it’s torturous. You must be a sorceress ‘cause you just did the impossible: Gained my trust. Don’t play games; it’ll be dangerous if you fuck me over. ‘Cause if I get burnt I’ll show you what it’s like to hurt...
My problem is that I don't listen to the advice I...
Despite how unhealthy this is and how exhausted I am from it, I continue.
And despite my friends pleas and words of wisdom to absolutely let go, even if it were only temporary, I keep running back.
I never listen. Even when I ask to be told things I don’t want to hear.
Whenver I'm pissed and/or stressed,
I listen to RHCP’s ‘Strip My Mind’. As I am both, it’s on repeat.
Fact:
Today is the first time in lord-knows-how-long that I’ve seen you and left feeling completely settled and relaxed, no questions asked.
I thought you may appreciate this.
Bambi:
"Roll Up" is so relevant to my life right now.
Mainstream hip-hop is now relevant to my life. I am so disappointed. Hah.
This has been SUCH a good day.
SUCH a good day. I don’t even.
Rob the jewelry store
and tell ‘em, “Make me a grill.”
Ke$ha is really ugly.
I mean, she is really, really ugly.