October 2010
30 posts
I flatly broke down crying last night and my roommate caught me. i swear, I started around last year and it’s like once a quarter. Mostly it starts from mock trial but I don’t think it’s the whole story. I mean, I hate being treated like crap, but I don’t know, I don’t think that alone warrants the strong and unexpected reaction. I think it might be build-up tension...
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Ok, so I talked things over w/ my mock trial co-capt, and I think things are turning in a positive direction now, so fingers crossed! I will, as a result of the talk, take it a little more seriously w/ respect to time and effort devoted to it, which is fair to ask I think. So, yay. One talk down, another talk w/ roommate to go?
I feel like I’m a little over mock trial, I just hate the politics and power trips that go on in meetings, and every time someone’s like, why AREN’T you as obsessed about it as we are? I feel simultaneously ashamed that I SHOULD be, and puzzled as to why I should care about it THAT much at all. It’s a very all-or-nothing kind of activity (12 hours a week? C’mon) And...
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Can I just vent that I really really REALLY do not believe in a supposed “friendship” that consists of no time together? It just doesn’t work. People have all kinds of grandiose ideas about how abstract concepts can subsist on abstract fuel. Love, friendship, grief, none of them have to be material based! Well, I’m calling bullshit. Their sources of ...
I’m having a tough time w/ my roommate right now. She’s hardly ever there, this is exactly what happened with a former best friend, and I don’t want it to happen again. And I didn’t even get to see her before I left for the weekend, because guess what, oh right, she’s never at the apartment, ever. And then I send her a text saying, oh wait, I’ll be gone until...
philosophy conference...zomg...nerdvana, here i...
i got 20 hits on my blog yesterday from...
“And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”
– Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (via the-final-sentence)
a beautifully written book, AND, i’m related to her by 4 degrees of association, because my piano teacher knew the nanny of her children. apparently she was very adventurous
This October has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5...
krystie:
extra partying time to make up for lsats first weekend? i think soooooo
in a time of daffodils
melancholynotes:
by e.e. cummings
in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting...
pumaday:
(via voofu) The Fray: Never say never
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“[Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?]
Think not of them, thou...”
– “To Autumn” by John Keats (via the-final-sentence)
love the way you lie
The prime of your life is for making mistakes, right? There’s also something in there about learning from them, but I don’t have that part down at all. All my chronicled mistakes. They are the same. Same source. Same actors that merely put on different masks during intermission. Same climax. And of course, same dénouement. The unraveling is so familiar I can...
fuck...fuck fuck fuck
