i am going to die of embarrassment
I can’t see or do anything without thinking “XX days of this left” or “This is the last time i’ll ever do/see/hear this.” Case in point: tomorrow is my last midterm ever.
“The years of a lifetime do not reach a hundred, Yet they contain a thousand years’ sorrow.” From the Nineteen Old Poems, author unknown
is dangerous. it keeps me from picking myself up off the ground, leaving me in danger of being run over by the next incautious driver speeding down the road. it is (dare i say this?) more dangerous than not wearing a helmet! as a college senior looking for a job in this dismal economy, i get discouraged often. the solution: put this shit in perspective. talking to my parents, who are first...
I just want to be surrounded by beautiful things
beautiful personalities (because saying beautiful people makes it seem like i’m only talking about physical beauty) beautiful jobs beautifully finished homeworks/projects beautiful food beautiful weather beautiful music
am I interesting?
(and does anyone else worry about this too???)
a manipedi. to go home. to shop. to eat chocolate and drink wine, but not feel guilty afterwards. Christmas. TO BE DONE WITH STUDYING MOST OF ALL DAMNIT :(
What should be required knowledge
After this past week, I am of the firm belief that the following subjects should be taught to all high schoolers: 1) Networking 2) Current topics, aka how to read a damn newspaper 3) Economics I think all 3 are topics that will come up in any intelligent conversation (well the first one will be a skill employed during conversation), as well as being topics that can be mastered through learning...
should consist of more fun, more sleep, less work, and air conditioning. Sadly, for many people out there, this dream of mine is their reality. Too bad I’m burdened with my concern for my future.
The danger of heels
grows exponentially when paired with shitty stairs leading down to the subway, and that exponent grows exponentially as well when one is descending down shitty stairs in heels while rummaging in one’s purse. I have proof in the form of one scraped ankle, a huge bruise on my right hip, another one on the inside of my left thigh, and an itty bitty bruise on my hand. Those are from an...
If I could get rid of all insects in the world without fucking up all the food chains and thereby killing basically every human on the planet, I would. I HATE them. I hate the way they crawl/scuttle/slither/wriggle/fly/buzz/dangle. (Yes, dangle. Ever walk through a forest-y area in the spring when all those dangling green worms dangling midair all around you and there’s NO WAY OUT because...
Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved...– Hunter S. Thompson