August 2008
22 posts
That Sunday Night Humidity.
luish:
I lie awake on a Sunday night Thinking of all the things I said I would definitely do And all the things I’ve been through Every memory and every word said Have their hinges and their gaps I have been trying for it to make sense But reason haven’t been that good a friend Sometimes it seems like all I ever do Only causes more harm than good And no matter how pure my intentions are They only...
Also....
A normal conversation quickly becomes a fight when you call me a bitch. Especially when it’s unprecedented.
Because it's clearly MY fault.
I hate hate HATE it when a guy treats me like shit (read: cheats and lies) and then is mad at me when I’m still angry about it a few weeks later. Seriously?? As if I’m supposed to automatically forgive him, or, worse, just ignore it and pretend like nothing happened. It’s especially ridiculous when we break up because of the cheating, and he expects us to have normal, pleasant...
Let's try to make today more than mediocre.
Today I woke up to The Who, so it’s already off to a good start. I have to battle through the incredible thunderstorms to get to class, and then, later, work. I’m hoping that since I woke up on time in such a pleasant manner, it will be a pleasant day.
Today was a good day because...
My house didn’t flood today, as compared to yesterday, when the water heater fucking burst (who knew it could do that??).
I managed to get to work on time.
I managed to get class on time.
I didn’t say anything too stupid.
I had Chinese food, as compared to the daily ramen-with-hot-dog meal I’ve been having for the past week.
There was a nice rain.
A cute awkward boy...
One thing I miss about living in the country...
…Is being able to sing and dance in my car and know that no one can see me. I can feel the peering city-folk and their judgement.
I love it when....
People call something (especially me) “dumb” or “stupid” and either misspell or use incorrect grammar. It makes me feel like there is justice, knowing that they are, in fact, a little dumb.
“No matter what horrible thing you’re going through, when it’s all...”
– (via dooce.com)
The Omnivore's Hundred
Here’s what I want you to do:
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions. 2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten. 3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating. 4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.
The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:
1. Venison 2. Nettle tea 3. Huevos rancheros 4. Steak tartare 5....
“You’ll be grateful that a long time ago this kind of person chose to be your...”
– Sloane Crosley - this hurts my heart (via crazyfor-you) (via ermengarde)
(Perfectly sums up my friendship with someone right now. I hate when people change.)
(via frannyandzooey)
I usually welcome change. Not this kind. I can’t accept it, ever. This hurts, because I know it’s true and...
“I want to go with the one I love. I do not want to calculate the cost. I do not...”
– Bertolt Brecht (via homeofthevain) (via carolynannahall) (via beckypierson) (via scout)
I have not done this, so reckless and so worth it, since I was 16. I think this needs to be remedied. Unfortunately, we always find reasons to hold ourselves back.
Keeping certain company
Long ago, I was told to pick my friends wisely. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever picked my friends. They picked me, or rather, the natural order of the universe commanded our friendship. For the most part, this has always worked out marvellously. My closest friendships trace back to elementary and middle school, and they are my family. The friendships that weren’t meant to be...
“After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining...”
– (via snickerdoodle) (via gauntlet)
‘Nuff said.
Dear Asshat
For 6 years, you didn’t have the balls to make a move. Hell, you barely got up the courage to tell me that you felt more than friendship. Maybe I was intimidating, though I don’t know how. I grew out of my shyness, and once things started, I had no problem telling you how I felt. Once I knew what I wanted, I was not shy about making the first move, or making suggestive comments that I...
No more life story
Every time I reveal something about myself to someone who doesn’t know me very well, or worse, when it’s someone who supposedly does know me well, I am judged. It’s getting tiring, and makes my soul a little sore after a few years. I don’t think I am better than anyone else; in fact, I usually believe the opposite. I have never claimed to be anything but alive and, more...
“a quality which i’ve seen in common amoung the most extraordinary people i’ve...”
– joseph chaikin “the presence of the actor” (via afemme) (via ellebelle)
This is what I want to strive towards. Uninhibited sense of self, portraying who I am to the world without shame. Few can accomplish this, and I’ll count myself lucky if I come close.
“Hey fatty! Saw some cows today and thought of you. Wanted to see if you’re still...”
– Some girl leaving a message on the phone while riding the 36 Broadway bus today. I wanted to laugh so desperately. Instead, I wrote down everything she said immediately. (via britticisms)
Hahaha, the funniest part of this for me is that it is exactly something I would do. In fact, I’ve done...
Lists
crazyfor-you:
I started this Tumblr account off figuring I’d give the link to friends and family to keep in touch better after I move. I’ve decided against that - and now you get a fairly more open me.
With that said, I just found this list in a series of saved blogs from late last year. It’s rather amusing and still very ‘me’ - so…enjoy.
A good kiss turns me on…as does hand holding, a...
Mosaics
via seriouslythough:
Type your answer to the questions into a flickr search
Using only the first page, pick an image
Copy and paste each of the urls in the Mosaic Maker
1. What is your first name? 2. What is your favorite food? 3. What high school did you go to? 4. What is your favorite color? 5. Who is your celebrity crush? 6. What is your favorite drink? 7. What is your dream vacation? 8....
“Close your eyes, that’s darkness, for me.”
– The strangest pick-up line I ever got, via a Spanish guy in a sketch Spanish club, delivered in English. I’m wondering if something was lost in translation, because I still don’t get it. 