May 2008
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The semester is ending in about a month.
It feels so… quick. And it is amazing how so many things, so many changes, have managed to fit in such a short period of time. Some are good, some are bad, some strange, and others I simply wish to ignore. This being avoidant thing might bite me in the ass, but I’ll just deal with that later. I may have some regrets, but I suppose what’s...
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Where is the fucking sensor? Why can’t I peel the friggin potato? Where is...
– Me playing Cooking Mama on Wii
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The Ultimate Rejection Letter →
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I was just pondering over and over again in my mind, searching for additional ways to annoy people. And then I stumbled upon this website. I have done number 21 and 24, and I plan on trying number 32 (just to bug all those people that think that psych students can read people’s minds). Number 27 is especially fantastic.
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I have been shopping-celibate for 2 months now. My last purchases were socks and pajama bottoms. Now, even watching infomercials about cleaning products makes me want to shop. It’s either I have turned into a housewife or I just need to hear the ka-ching of a cashier. THIS HAS GOT TO END.
Here are a few things that I like right now (excluding household products):
Fourth Kiss necklace by...
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If the weather continues to be this cold, I have no choice but to stay in my house and eat and eat until I have to turn sideways to walk out the door.
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Are breadcrumbs made from bread?
– Brigitte on Big Brother Australia
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The Internet Party Part 2: Interverntion For Myspace
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Cassette From My Ex →
Well, not my ex, but the site features people talking about mix-tapes they got from past loves and all. Makes me all nostalgic for the old days when we were forced to listen to an entire album.
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Do you all know what underlying means? Underlying means, uh, lying underneath.
– Morris Low, my writing professor
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Down, superego.
This week has been filled with a lot of puke inducing moments. And no I am not talking about the alcohol induced variety. It’s the familiar tense feeling that I have in my stomach whenever I am the least bit depressed. This is my id struggling to swim up to my ego and uncover all of the nasty thoughts that I have been burying in the back of my mind. This stems from the increasing pressures coming...
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Sitting in my own little puddle of misery
When I was in the 4th or 5th grade, I was really into the Malory Towers series written by Enid Blyton, and there was this one quote from that book that stuck with me: “Self-pity brings the fastest tears.”. I find this to be very much true, at least in my case. It makes us feel like crap, while also validating our pain. It rewards while it punishes.
Not many people will admit to wallowing in their...