When, when exactly, will i stop feeling wonderful?![]()
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
still sick. This is a horrible time to get sick, too. Missed a bunch of parties and get-togethers.
Calvin: You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.
Hwæt! We Gar-Dena in geardagum,/Þeodcuninga þrum gefrunon,/hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon!
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!
Headache....![]()
"So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, and my heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don't have time to maintain these regrets, when I think about, the way....He loves us..."
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5xXowT4eJjY
I feel like a slightly distorted, 6 stringed musical instrument
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
I feel slightly sick, rather alone... *sniffle*
"Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day"
Oscar Wilde [The Picture of Dorian Gray]
SUPER!!!!
*swooshes by like a superhero*
Tomorrow always holds the promise of something new and exciting. I am the Jetsons meet the Flintstones.
Not hungry. Haven't eaten lunch, though. And it's 12:09 PM... just a few minutes before our next class. How I wish we don't have Filipino class.![]()
Wish hard enough, I could turn it to what I like.
Fall Out Boy, "Tiffany Blews."
Broke... new winter gear... not to mention the money i will spend to pay for the trip itself... *deep sigh*
But it will be fun, and now i will also be warm.
Guilty.
You know, here the expression "done" has been totally spoiled - there was a populist politician that a lot of people dislike and he used the word "done" in his electoral campaign (in the form "We promised this and this((such that the sun would rise) - Done!")
So after it people really enjoyed parodizing it and making fun of it(a la, saying "done, heh,heh" after some work was finished), but after a while those jokes got so old.
So that's how the word "done" has been spoiled in our language.
You know, I am never sure with him what exactly he is. He is a total enigma sometimes and sometimes I feel he thinks radically differently than other people. He is probably not quite sane. So at times I feel he is a kindred soul, at other times I feel he is insane and antisocial. Could be both, though.Yes, you probably shouldn't.
Such phases can easily over-take a person's life, and a friend is she/he who can help her/his friends through difficult times. Instead of breaking it all up with your friend, you can probably try to understand her (probably she/he is faking it all up just to show she/he is not interested in anything/anyone and doesn't care about it when she does) and get more sense into her that we have to be social to live in this world, we can't live in this world all by our own (everyone can go through such a phase anytime in her/his life and friends surely are a great help, how would there any chances be of bringing positive attitude in people on this if their own friends start talking about breaking up with them suddenly!)
But being with her/him doesn't mean you start encouraging her/his evil (as you call it) opinions.
A tad bit disappointed or angry. I got a 3.47 instead of a 3.5 and missed out being inducted into the honors society!!!!
"So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, and my heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don't have time to maintain these regrets, when I think about, the way....He loves us..."
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5xXowT4eJjY
Confused but no hopeless. Soon or late I will remember where mi car is.
... no person could be less liable than myself to be led away from the severe precincts of truth by the ignes fatui of superstition.
Edgar Allan Poe
Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
Joseph Glanvill