| — | Mom |
| — | the smartest thing any of the morons on 16 and pregnant have ever said |
How many times in a row can you listen to a song before you hate it?
About to find out…
My head is spinning not from love but from the alternation
I must be learning, what a way to waste an education
Time moves so slowly when you’re idling in reverse
I think I’ll find a way to quantify this curse
A spurious variable to negate the words you say
A bitter sip, a Freudian slip, I can’t come out to play
Devoted to the words that might preserve my sad creation
An allusion to some foreign film, too bad it’s flawed at the foundation
You know I hate the white noise but the silence is much worse
We bridge the beige striped gap that on our own we can’t traverse
All our dreams and all our schemes went up in flames one day
My brokenness, your emptiness, the ashes of clichés.
| — | Gainesville Goodwill. Wut? |
I love going on to the French postsecret page and being able to understand most of the cards. I have to look up a word every once in a while but for the most part I get the gist of each card. I feel like it’s good practice for when I got to Paris this summer. Woooooo!!!
Anyway, this was my favorite card from this past Sunday; maybe because it seems like a non-french speaking person sent it, maybe because I like the picture, or maybe because I want this to happen to me while I’m there!
“On the metro (in my bad french accent), I said to you ‘You are very pretty’. I was serious. I think that you are the most beautiful person in the world.”
Awwww.
Whenever anyone asks me how old I am, I always say 20. I don’t really know why, it’s not that I want to seem older than I am, because if that were the case I would certainly say I was 21. It’s only been since this past birthday that I’ve done that, when I was 18 I always just said I was 18. 19 has been a kind of shitty year, well at least the first 8 months, who knows maybe I’ll have a turn around here in the home stretch. But until then I’d just as soon pretend it’s not happening and continue being 20. In my mind anyway. I wonder if I’ll feel different when I really do turn 20. I wonder that before every birthday, if I’m going to feel different, and of course I never do, but maybe 20 will have a little more significance or something. I’ll let you all know on April 16th.
“We’re dumb and we have way too much money”
-David Letterman, on why you buy your child a giant motorized cupcake for Christmas
I feel like every time I find myself “liking” someone, it’s because they “liked” me first, or expressed some kind of interest. Sometimes my attraction to someone is based almost entirely on the fact that HE is attracted to ME. Rarely do I meet a guy, think “oh, he’s cute”, then pursue him until we hook up. I guess I feel like it’s the other way around. Make sense?
