I have too much crap to do.
The end.
March 24th, 2008
I saw it in his eyes, just how good it made him feel. And if I hadn’t been dancing with someone, I would have given him one of those passionate kisses you only hear Clark Gable speak about.
March 17th, 2008
<3
Have I mentioned how much I love College Park lately?
I’ve been hanging out with a bunch of friends on campus and its been such a relaxing time. This fun includes sneaking into Susquehanna to watch movies (beerfest yesterday and transformers today) and then today, Ruby Tuesday’s and beer games. OH and sleepover with the sister, Kim, and Diana yesterday. Tomorrow I’ll be in the lab, but I plan to go on a hike or take a run around campus.
Man, I’m a bit dizzy right now. We went over to the courtyards to play a bunch of games, some of which didn’t include too much drinking, but nonetheless, it was amazing. David and I played that slap the hand game, and I swear I must have a few blood clots. XD
Reminder: Quarters, Fuck it, Chinese Poker, Thumper, Gold Fish are amazing games
Tomorrow I’ll be getting back on task and catching up with school work and lab.
Overall, I’m dizzy and this spring break is already amazing!
OH and what makes it more amazing is dancing on Tuesday, suishi wars on Thursday, and Road trip with Ben and Kristen on Friday!!!
March 11th, 2008
Break the tension
Break this pencil
Let my thoughts run free
The pressure increases
While the volume decreases.
No longer passive
or aggressive.
Need to let myself run free
Smile more,
Take life less seriously
Letting my mind wander,
Setting my thoughts free
March 6th, 2008
Dreams came upon me immediately after I closed my eyes. From my messy tiny room -since I tried to choose some outfits yesterday for the train ride, to a rather regular-sized house. It was a house owned by parents of two or three. I think it was two. I don’t remember the first part all too much, but I remember going into a room towards the right side of the house. My memory is getting foggy as the day goes on, but something that sticks is that the room contained 2 bathrooms. Who knows why that fact stuck… Anyways, the room that I was in had a basket full of things that belonged to me. It wasn’t that heavy. I’m trying to understand my thoughts at this point in the dream. It was a mixture of uncertainty and determination. I didn’t know why I had all of my things in this basket, but I knew exactly what needed to be done. As I moved into the living room, I saw the mother of the two toddlers putting tar underneath the couch upon some sort of rotator, her 2 sons were helping out as well. You may be thinking, what the heck. I know, I didn’t really understand the idea either. I didn’t bother to ask, I just stood there, confused yet on a mission to bring my basket to the car. As I left the house, I assumed that the tar operation was because they were moving soon. Yeah, I know, it still doesn’t make any sense.
I went outside, to put the large basket into my car, but then a young gentleman shot me with his Nerf gun. I laughed. And I chased after him and took one of his Nerf guns from under his belt and I began to shoot at him. Suddenly his friend starting chasing after me, he couldn’t catch me though. As I ran away from him, I remember passing by a place that sold Fischer price houses. It was strange because we were definitely in a residential area, and randomly I had seen this odd store. I tried running back to the house, but I think I made a wrong turn because the roads were split between a school and a large 6 story house. I was thinking of all of the ways I could leave or perhaps be saved, but I seemed to have an unlimited amount of nerf shots, so I wasn’t stressing in any way. I shut my eyes and now I’m back.
March 6th, 2008
Isabella put on her sneakers and went about her day as usual. It wasn’t any usual day though, it was the day everything would get turned around for she left at half past 7, instead of half past 9. Everything was in its usual place since she had a routine each and every morning. Something wasn’t right though, and she felt it from the tips of her toes to the cap on her head. It was more like something didn’t feel right. She double checked everything, therefore leaving a little later than usual. She thought to herself, “Everything seems ok,” but in reality everything would go wrong.
Isabella left her house, and she took the train to London to meet her so called prince charming. She knew those fairy tale books were all lies because who could be awaken from amnesia anyways. This character “Sleeping Beauty” could not have existed. So she called this young man, the so called prince charming because if she hadn’t these preconceived thoughts, he would have been her prince charming. On the train, the conductor went around hole punching each of the tickets. Just like a real conductor, he had the outfit to prove such a position, and he came around with his heavy boots almost demanding everything or at least so it seemed. As Isabella sat there, she began to close her eyes, and started to imagine the very thoughts that had been consuming her.
The sheer imagination of Isabella was amazing, she would go on adventures just from closing her eyes, whereas we, regular folks, just see dark and sometimes faint flashes of light. As she closed her eyes, the thoughts made way into pictures which made way into life.
He was sitting across from her and whispered for her to come towards him. Isabella slowly walked forward with a slight grin on her face, but it slowly left as she knew what the conversation would be about. About her. Oh the dreadful topic of Isabella, she never wanted to talk about herself because it tore her up mentally. It felt as if her body was getting thrown up and down- as if she were a play toy of a young child. She disliked this feeling to the very core of her so she tried to avoid her feelings and focused on everyone else’s. Isabella looked up at him, as he confessed every word to her, and although all true, she still hurt deeply inside. He shed a tear and left her to find her words. As we all know such words are so hard to find when you feel as if everything in your body is tightening, like getting squeezed by a firm grip. And these words…
These words…
March 4th, 2008
Hearts
My heart hurts. Many of us think that it starts in the throat, but the throat is merely a tube. The heart is controlled by two opposing divisions causing the SA node to alert all other auto-rhythmic cells. And when your heart hurts, those beats are a little off. And that’s my heart right now, although it’s not enough to be called chronic, it feels that way…but for medical reasons we’ll call it transient since the only treatment is love.