In the long run we are all dead.– John Maynard Keynes
The first day without Facebook is always the...
gracechoi: I’ve never felt so pathetic in my life. If it makes you feel any better about yourself, I almost died today without coffee. I spent like half my day sleeping and being a hermit. I had the biggest headache ever, and I was sucha grouch. AND I’m ready to give up.
I really, really, reallyyyy want a ukulele.
Guess where most of my New Year’s funds will be going towards? haha Omg, I am so excited.
She was waiting at the station. He was getting off the train. He didn’t have a ticket, so he had to bum through the barriers, again. Well, the ticket inspector saw him rushing through. He said, “Girl, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, but we better run, cause I haven’t got the funds to pay this fine.” She said, “Fine.” So they ran out of the...
a filler in the space?
Don’t make me think that you were only there to temporarily fill a void. You meant something before. Definitely in the beginning I enjoyed talking to you. You were someone new with new ideas & penchants to offer. You were interesting, but now you’re annoying only because all you do is say the same thing over & over again. Don’t be a fling. I like relationships that...
my greatest fear has been that I might experience hardship. I try not to dwell on it. I’ve been pushing it out of my mind by replacing it with feelings of hope… but this fear keeps creeping in so quietly that I’m always surprised when I find it sitting in the living room of my brain. And I cringe as it smiles cunningly at me as if it has tricks up its sleeves that are waiting to...
don't forget me
I know there's nothing there...
but that doesn’t change the fact that my heart feels light & I get stupidly happy when you talk to me :)
I think I unintentionally make people feel...
I should fix this. Get yer swag on. Stop being so insecure.
Any guy who has ever told you that he never met anyone like you & says you’re special to him has lied & has said that to many other girls before & after you.
It’s like walking into a building & saying that it wasn’t built by anyone.
i miss peter & paul
what else is new, eh?
I think… Maybe… Possibly?… I might… I am a caffeine addict. THERE. Hope you’re all happy now; I finally admitted it. & I hate it. I hate how groggy my body & brain feels when I don’t have my daily intake of caffeine, and I can feel my health deteriorating from all the intake. But I can’t function without it… or at least while I’m...
it's been a year & a half...
it feels like it’s been longer though. I miss you. Please, come home soon.
I HATE WRITING
unless it’s a blog that I’m writing.
my wants, hopes, dreams, etc.
I guess you can call this a bucket/wish list/resolution? (this is in no particular order) I want a copy of Amélie, the movie. Go to Spain. & Greece, Italy, Canada, Argentina, France… I also want to road trip from NJ to CA, while stopping by every state in between Visit all seven wonders of the world basically, I want to travel the world I want to meet & talk to Jack Johnson.....
I think you & I are similar in a lot of ways… but they say opposites attract.
patience & hope :)
Without access to facebook, I feel as though the internet has no purpose for me anymore. Yet, because I have been conditioned to spend so much time on the computer, I still idly waste my time sitting in front of the screen but this time, I literally do nothing. This is so sad.
shoulda done this a long time ago.
Since I have no self-control/disciple, I asked my friend to change my password for my fb. I guess this means that I’ll be blogging a lot more. hahhhhh but seriously, I need to get started on my work. also, on a side note, I lost my stress ball & now I’m getting stressed out…
I think it’s really interesting when people tell me that my sister looks like me. True, we biologically share the same parent, but I don’t resemble my dad at all. I am almost an exact replica of my mom, and it is absolutely impossible for my sister to look like her, too. Sometimes I think people only say we look alike because we label ourselves as “sisters” or because...
things can change