Earth below us
Drifting, falling. Floating weightless Calling, calling…(home) Step 1: You walk past me for the first time. I look at you curiously. Step 2: You walk past me. You stop. We talk. Step 3: You walk towards me. We talk. We smile. Step 4: You walk towards me. We talk. We frown. Step 5: You walk past me. I pretend to not notice you. Step 6: I wait for you. You never come. Step 7: I...
How. Dare. You.
Begin: Scapegoat mode.
Pleasant, isn’t it.
I was looking forward to this weekend..
…but I just got pwned. By parents. Woot.
Mamihlapinatapai (mamihlapinatapei) “a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.” — From: Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego
“The tears have yet to flow, the chest pain has yet to develop. But the sinking feeling, the lack of appetite, the roiling and constricting stomach and sensation of falling, falling…those has begun their siege. Tonight, it is me versus the star…”
And the wolves mourn their lost comrade The carnivore amongst carnivores Tears spilling from eyes, insomnia driven And dripping down, falling, falling Until they reach the oblivion of the darkness… …but life redeems itself. The miasma must be stopped before it consumes the heart.
My dad is pro.
So one of our family friends ruptured his Achilles’ tendon. After offering condolences, my dad added “I guess you forgot to dip the heel in Ambrosia :)” WHHHHHHAAT WHEN DID MY DAD LEARN GREEK MYTHOLOGY?!? Mind. Blown.
Me: I is hungry. I want chocolate. I love chocolate <3 Dad: How about steak? Steak is good and steak loves you. Me: But I don’t love steak! I love chocolate <3 Dad: Too bad chocolate doesn’t love you back </3 — STORY OF MY LIFE.
Apparently I "rawr" well
M: oh yeah
: you have the coolest rawr face ever
: when youre like
: in real life
: thank you
: That is a very niice compliment
: not many other people can roar like you can
elanimation: Darn you nostalgia! Now that I look...
My parents are awesome xD
Me: So the guy coming tomorrow, does he speak English, or just German? Dad: *glares* Why do you want to talk to him? Mom: Just speak French to him. Me: Wait, he speaks French? Mom: No… but aren’t they the same thing?!
The stereotypes are getting to my dad.
Dad: When I was a kid, everyone was poor. Your grandfather was a clerk and he was considered rich! Some days he’d even bring home fish.. Me: But you lived near a huge lake filled with fish… Dad: *snort* you think any of us could afford the equipement? The rods, string, bait.. Me: You don’t need all that! I’ve seen people catch fish with their bare hands on Discovery...
So today I was reading my journal from a few years...
I laughed my head off and wasted a good hour or so pouring over it. In the end, I decided that the safest way would be to burn it.
timshel :: thou mayest
[Oh! Sorrow filled is the day that arrives He, from the ashes, comes for his judgement Willingly does he approach for his fate Therefore, merciful Lord, thou, please spare him Our eternal Lord Jesus, rest faithful]
What happens when you take a drug away from a...
Today, I tried to explain what color guard was to my little cousin who is eight....
If you didn't know it before, textbooks are effing...
..and if you bring enough of them, they could charge you extra to ship overseas… Solution: Take pictures of every single page you could ever use. Success <3
My house is always dark, dark.
however, since it’s not damp as well, I can’t call legitimately call it a dungeon. But that’s how it feels anyway. I guess it’s a good thing no sunlight gets in, my house stays pretty cool during the summer (and freezing cold in the winter).
Homecoming has been postponed...
..which means it’s going to (most likely) be next week.. ..which means I’m probably not going to be around to see it… ..which means I just missed the homecoming of my senior year.. ..which means that I’m not flying.. ..which means that Rex is unhappy D:
Wednesdays are always the worst for me. It’s the middle of the week, the day when all of the work I’ve been procrastinating comes back to haunt me because it’s due in 24 or 48 hours. It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s a…
do i really want to be drum major?
electricmayhem: joshgothitbyatruck: superfluouslove: ikatherine: joshgothitbyatruck: Right. U guys know how much I loove it. I’m starting to practice every single day now with a borrowed mace. But today, I learned that a whooollee bunch of other people want to do it too. this is gonna cause drama. HELLA drama. Maki said to me today: “u trying out for drum major?” “yeah” “okay. I’m...
God damn, I can't take it anymore.
The essays that some people read in English are so heartbreaking. So depressing. The worst part is when the reader’s voice starts breaking. I usually lose it about then. And then, reprieve. Maybe two or three “regular” essays, during which time I can gather my wits about me. AND THEN ANOTHER DEPRESSING ESSAY. This emotional roller coaster cannot be good for my stress levels.
DISCLAIMER: Read this first if you want me to edit...
1. Your paper will bleed. It’s nothing personal (usually). 2. Double space and use one inch margins. I try to write big and not to scribble so you can read what I’m saying BUT you’ve got to make it easier for me, so give me some freaking space! 3. Give me a hard copy. I am technologically illiterate. And somehow I edit better when I have a (red) pen in hand. 4. I will not...
kinda guilty. mission man.
samji: joshgothitbyatruck: well, if you know i am now mission man. not that thats a bad thing. but i feel like i cheated the other dudes. I mean, I went up to a group afterschool. they were like “I HELLA WANTED RAMSEY TO WIN DAMM!” then they see me. ” oh.you’ll do good too.” yeah thanks. I dont know if I won mission man the correct way. When I survived the first cut I was hella relived. when...
You’ve gone through so much pain! But dear one, you’ve also found the trait I value most in mankind, especially from those of your status. A hierarchy so removed from my own… I forgive you. And for that, I thank you. And for that, I can bless you with the promise that although your past was bleak, your future is open, open like the black book you so often turn to. Sign your...
…Annnnd this is why things that were once Japanese should STAY Japanese.
I have been thoroughly unsatisfied
with most of my work lately. It bothers me that even trying my hardest doesn’t yield the results I want. Not enough hours in the day. Sometimes I wish I could be like those people who sleep at 2am regularly. That’s three to four more hours worth of solid work time I could seriously utilize. But my tolerance for lack of sleep is so low; even sleeping at 11:30pm results in a very long...
Weep you no more, sad fountains.
Sleep is a reconciling A rest that peace begets Doth not the sun rise smiling When e’er at even he sets Rest you then Rest, sad eyes Melt not in weeping While she lies sleeping Softly, softly Now softly Softly lies sleeping… The feeling that there is not enough air in the world to breathe.
..more painful than I could have imagined. Sayonara.