made me smile

had to share this. acoustic is the best.

merry unchristmas!
i've been occupied with disoriented chocolate chip cookies, thoughts of me slowly aging, many, MANY hours of sleep, instantly prepared foods such as ramen, and more thin, unattractive, yet surprisingly delicious cookies.
a few days ago, i spent approximately 23 minutes trying to fit a thread through a needle. literally.
and i decided to confirm that the efficiency of my vision is slowly waning.
it took so long that my eyes stayed crossed for a few minutes after i gave up on the needle.
christmas is over. its ridiculous that i felt warm with a short sleeve shirt on this morning.

been a while
got nothing to say...
what's been on my mind?
a song playing over and over for about 3 days now,
and brittany murphy. it seems wrong that i'm paying more attention to her after she's dead.
but i've always admired her. anyways, rest in peace.

countdown

the worst to do on your academic list is when you're forced to read massive amounts of pages. and note the word forced. it's obviously not of my favorite topics. but i will try to bear it through tonight. reminding myself that the last day of the week is to come. it's to bring that peace in mind that school seems to plunder away from me. 1 day down, 4 more to go

currently.
traces of caffeine dwell on my tongue
and thats it.

mrs. who?

blocks of concrete filled with people looking to spend money isn't the ideal place to be.
but a building occupied by young men and women cramming before a test is.
this is where i try to camouflage. this is what i want to be labeled as: the ambitious student.
i've forced myself to patch the name on before and at times i had to rip it off the left side of my chest.. where the heart belongs
where we used to place our hands upon to say the pledge of allegiance
the label patched on this part is all the youth works for
to avoid that blue collar job. to get that emblem with the great title to precede your last name
honestly, the only title i want someday is a simple mrs.

i've been playing with the idea of making radical change.
out of nowhere. no warning signs. no quotation marks.
but fear stops me
fear says can you handle it?
fear asks if i'm strong enough and if it's worth it
though i'm dealing with something so trivial that its worth a giggle
i am shameful that fear can still be so vocal
i have moved seats in my mind
and i have walked far... in my mind.
but these mere thoughts transcending outwards.
this is still in question.
i may never really make this radical change
only think about it and fantasize
that feeling of standing on a clean slate
and that is the end.