The story of my life.

omfg finals are slapping me in the face.

monkey = finals
man = me

I have found... my one true love....

Sleepy, but thinking quite a bit. From now on, I am going to fight myself and try to highlight the positives within myself.

There are a lot of things on my mind and I realized that maybe I am hindered from writing an actual meaningful post because my mind is hesitant to admit what really is going on. Although I have noticed that my blogging has seriously diminished to quick headlines and endless pictures, as if I could collate my life into a magazine. That is not me. I articulate with words, not coloring books. I think I have surrendered to the estranged lifestyle of not blogging, but "reblogging." Sometimes I wish that people wouldn't try so hard to change blogspheres into forms of Facebook or MySpace. Both of which I never really could become attached to. I try though lol. I do like, however, this Twitter thing. I think my Tweets come off as bitch status, but whatever. These are things I am thinking, not literally saying.

Anyway, change of pace.

I have procrastinated all week, but I feel that I shouldn't feel terrible for it. I deserved to relax my brain from worrying about le'academics. Although I am behind in a lot of readings, I caught up with old friends whom I realized I really did miss. It was a nice change to be in the presence of true debate rather than receiving gawking looks, have my words parroted back to me, or something which is new to me that I experienced last week: I was asked what bothered me, I caved and explained, and their response was to talk about themselves. I was astounded and disappointed because this particular person was 6 years my senior. Wisdom is supposed to come with age, right? Wrong. So I have discovered or have been reminded rather that a person really has to be intellectually stimulating for me to appreciate their presence. Chris also brought to my attention last weekend that something that depresses him about me is that I am very, very hard to impress. I couldn't reject that statement because... I know it's true. I think that showed me why I am so easily upset, disappointed and thus not very eager to "socialize." Maybe a friend of mine is right, perhaps I haven't found my own circle yet. I thought about this and realized that circles or clubs are meaningless to me because just because it is one group... does not necessarily mean that each individual there will be of value to my lonesome mind.

And just like that, I'm tired of blogging and my state of mind is gasping for air.

Time to go out, adieu~

Muchas gracias Stephanie para la cena y los juegos de anoche!! que era muy divertido! ;)

It's weird having more readers...

because there are really some personal things about myself that I want to talk about but can't. Having more readers sort of feels like I don't have that much privacy anymore.

Anyway.
Second appointment with a psychologist.
Bringing lots of Kleenexes.
I've finally gathered courage to get some real and insightful help to fight my demons.
I thought friends would be enough, but they're not. They've got their own growing up to do and their doubts don't seem to suffice.
I have lost my patience.
Here I go.

First Sarah Palin then Herman Cain, oh GOP you are no better than the donkies.

I lmao at the first few minutes of the ever so awkwardly quiet interview. Besides, I'm not sure I can support someone who pronounces Arab as "ey-rab."

classic.

Just one of those days where you wanna quit school and become a stripper.