“…contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they desire. It’s for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough.”—Article in Oprah magazine (via marjchun : crazyfor-you : megwhyte) (via luxuriousvulgarity)
When I buy things in squeezable bottles, like mayonnaise or mustard or whatever, I always always uncannily manage to forget that there is always that seal thing and I squeeze on and on obliviously until my brain starts working (which usually takes about half an hour to start up) and I realize that no matter how hard I squeeze or how red my face turns (not that it does or anything…) there is that goddamned seal of freshness separating me and my sauce of choice.
I have my exam coming up in a few weeks and my skull seems to get thicker everyday. Literally it seems no amount of repeating will get things into my brain. And the barrage of somewhat unsatisfactory grades coming my way seem to be emphasizing this, saying, “You’re really not as smart as you thought you were, you arrogant bitch.”
Okay, I might be exaggerating. Maybe without the profanities.
Not like permanently deleting my account or whatever, but I am seriously cutting back my facebook time. Besides being an evil procrastinating tool, it also makes me increasingly aware of other people. Which I don’t need right now. What I need is to be in my own world, knowing only what I want to know. For now.
“But I think the sad is going to dominate (a person’s emotion) because no one has enough energy to be upset and angry for very long. When you are upset and angry your tone is louder, you are moving faster and more agitated like, you are more aggressive and looking for retribution. Anger and agitation almost need something to take vengeance on, while sadness you don’t attribute to someone else causing it.”—Mark Pettinelli, Angry, Upset and Depressed
So today, I went to the city and tried on pants and one of the pants that I tried on got stuck around my right ankle.
I seriously could not get them off my foot. My efforts only resulted in leg cramps, a red face, and my hair going everywhere. In the end I had to call in the sales girl to help me pull the pants off my foot. Imagine a pantsless me with my leg half up and a sales girl on her knees pulling on my pants. It did get off in the end. The pants, not the sales girl.
To spite those evil ankle strangling pants, I bought another pair. So there. The end.