janvier 2010
also,
happy new year an’ stuff. have a good one.
essays
So I submitted them. The Northwestern ones, at least. Holy shiznit, I should probably look into getting electric shock therapy, for how much I procrastinate. I’m a serial procrastinator. I’m a serious procrastinator.
I’m a hardcore, an incurable, an addicted-to-procrastinating procrastinator.
I’m weak.
:(
décembre 2009
never mind.
no point in having two permabeginners, i suppose. maybe i’ll make another permabeginner in the future. i guess rnaiI will be a pirate, headed for corsair.
also, i started vonvoss on sunday, december 26, ‘09. just making note of it.
rnaiI
maplestory permabeginner (?) started 12.31.09.
approx 11am.
started playing around 1pm. level 25 by 1am. 12 hours.
“Faker” by Miike Snow
Last call for...
“Morning bled at the water’s edge
The city was bringing me down
And my...”
– sans soleil lyrics, miike snow
you would think
that I’d get started on these Northwestern & UofC college application essays, considering how much I desperately want to go there. Alas, I am wasting my precious, dwindling time on Tumblr instead, writing this post and being generally unproductive.
I’m going to be homeless in the future. Homeless and sad.
“I like the things that I like, but I love everything. There’s more choice in...”
– Skins (via thechocolatebrigade)
“It is true that words drop away and that the important things are often left...”
– Light Housekeeping by Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)
I. GOT. FERRERO. ROCHER.
KENT I LOVE YOU?!
Ferrero Rocher is BETTER than sliced bread. Omgoaisdiuagso0979817831. I am freakin’ out. I love Ferrero Rocher chocolates, I love them I love them I love them.
Also, Edith gave me $30 in iTunes, and the gift cards are so cute and festive and everything with the little bows. Aww.
I like this. Call me greedy.
“Well, by the time you see this, I won’t be here anymore, and I know how much...”
– Dawson’s Creek (via thechocolatebrigade)
familyisoverlike@#()*!aijsdaklkja
I don’t understand why people at family gatherings feel the need to speak +10 decibels of their normal volume. For the next approximately ten hours, people are going to be like O HELLOOOOO, MERRY CHRISS-UH-MUSS, AH. MONEY-AH FOH YOUUUU. HAPPY NOOH YEE, AH.
:(
what are you craving right now?
I’d like to eat me some of those chocolate chips you bake with. Right now.
“For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the...”
– Factotum by Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
formspring.me/truantcalliope
Ask me something. I’m not kidding.
cococarinamo:
modest mouse - missed the boat
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
– Anais Nin (via diffusion)
in and out of oblivion
heartbeatsandmusings:
Lloyd had a good rant about a Buddhist concept the other day. Typically, he used a triangle diagram, and less typically, a teacher made me think.
The idea is that you have a continuum, and along this continuum are three points. At either end is ‘oblivion’ and in the middle is ‘perfect form’. Everything moves back and forth along the line (or, in Lloyd’s case, along the...
I feel sad
when I see old people eating alone.
And when they cry, I cry.
See, I don’t cry over tragedies. I don’t cry about reality. I cry about fiction, about the downfalls and disappointments of invisible people I establish one-way bonds with. I get all sentimental about insignificant woes that take place mostly in my head. Anime characters I can cry over. Book characters I can cry over. I...
fickleness
If it seems like my Tumblr’s been undergoing some sort of identity crisis lately, it hasn’t; I just haven’t been able to settle on a URL name or blog title. It’s always so hard to pick a name and stick with it, at first - especially if it’s not entirely original in the first place (i.e. lyrics from a song you didn’t write), or if it has absolutely no reason...
nostalgia
WAAAAH. This is sort of sudden, but I just remembered my passionate love for the movies My Neighbor Totoro & Spirited Away. These Miyazaki films (I just discovered that they’re by the same filmmaker; definitely never made a connection before, because I never looked into it) had such an enormous impact on little me, way back when I watched them as a young’un. I can’t believe...
neeterz@blogspot:
Rule #32: Enjoy the little things
There seems to be a widespread pandemic going on. Reaching far and wide. People are pissed - boy are they ever so pissed. Sidekickers are none too pleased that they can no longer finger-jam their miniature keyboards while the LCD screen simultaneously sucks the soul out of their eyes. This was the result of T-Mobile’s network reportedly...
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my best advice tonight.
Amanda: Would it be wrong to fight fire with fire?
Wanita: Would it be wise for two fire Pokemon battling on the field? The answer is NO, there is no advantage in having the same tactics. You gotta pull through and be Squirtle in this situation. When the fire goes out on their tail, they die. You can't put fire out with fire, you put fire out with water. Bam!
Amanda: ...really Wanita...
Wanita: For real
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(... I gigglesnorted when I read this. Reblogged from haute-mess@tumblr.)
neeterz@blogspot:
An excerpt: cultural musing
I tweet. I Facebook. I blog. I MySpace. I am also a chronic texter on the side. I am defined as your modern “screenager”, the keyboard-jamming generation getting our soul sucked out of our eyes by LCD screens. Though I’m consciously unaware of how much I rely on technology, it remains conspicuous of my everyday life. Today, I am a product of...
poetry as tonic, #14
psychotherapy:
The Night House Every day the body works in the fields of the world Mending a stone wall Or swinging a sickle through the tall grass- The grass of civics, the grass of money- And every night the body curls around itself And listens for the soft bells of sleep. But the heart is restless and rises From the body in the middle of the night, Leaves the trapezoidal bedroom With its...
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ardemis
The strings of a cello shrieked in protest, producing a cringe-worthy squawk to punctuate an otherwise flawless sonata. The cacophonous sound bounced off the high, ornately decorated ceiling of the sitting room to assail the ears of the house’s residents, and was indeed so inharmonious that the grandfather clock on the wall to the left seemed to flinch. If grandfather clocks could flinch.
...
clutter mess disrepair
Everything in this house is broken. The lamp in the TV’s burned out. The hallway & doorbell lights need to be replaced. Pens are missing their caps; socks, their partners. Clothes on the floor. Dishes crowding the sink. The grass is too long and there are weeds worming up from the cracks in the driveway. The kitchen floor is filthy. Paintings and certificates lined askew on the walls....