five arms and three legs

You know, I just realized how much I multitask these days.

I walked to the kitchen, scooped out some noodles, put it in the microwave, and then while it was heating, went to the bathroom and ate my last apple slice. When I came out, it was warm and I ate it while doing homework, and while listening to music and having 6 tabs open with gmail, twitter, flickr, facebook, and blogger, while keeping a friend company on AIM. Usually, I also take a shower before all this and then do all this while my hair is drying so that when I go to sleep, my hair is dry.

Who knew you could keep track so many things at once...

cet hiver

10 things to do this winter break

1.) write bschool essays like NO OTHERRR

2.) people watch

3.) free hugs! & random acts of kindness

4.) photo a day project

5.) write something for howler online

6.) plan stuff for a massive book drive revival

7.) preparer pour mon interview (ohnon!)

8.) make my own apple cider

9.) catch up on practicing flute

10.) finally get time to use my maaagical new prismacolors!

merge left onto I-55

Okay. I finally got to know about how somebody actually genuinely feels. Somebody who usually bottles things up so that her opinions never see the light of day. It feels like she finally wiped her windows clean, so I can see through her walls. The facades she builds to "keep us all safe"... which, despite the best intention, I think only ends up hurting us, are finally gone. Or at least partly.

With this information, I finally understand. So many mistakes could have been prevented. So much pain averted. So many tears kept in the eye.

If the person is reading this, I'd like to say - thank you! Despite some things that were said about me that weren't exactly what I wanted to hear, and yes, did hurt (just a little), what I finally heard was THE TRUTH. And that is better than any sort of sugarcoated aversion, halftruth, or lie. No matter how good it makes me feel in the short term. Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.

For example, I noticed the same "issue" rerising several times. If you let me know after the first time, it wouldn't have happened again. And you also would've let me in on a problem I supposedly have, because I've probably been pissing a lot of other people off too. (Actually, I know for a fact that I have.) So a lot of anger could have been saved. :)

Please. Something I've always hated about our friend group is that too many things are left unsaid, too many actions left undone. This goes for more than just the one person I was initially addressing. It ends up building into huge webs of conspiracies and stress, when maybe, if we all let each other know what we really thought or felt about them or things that they did, we could be so much closer. Stop hiding - everybody has opinions, and they're nothing to be ashamed of! Don't be afraid of hurting us because you'll just end up hurting yourself AND us, when we find out. Please.

Thank you.

a house with broken shingles can't stand up to rain

I hate love. It's the only thing in this world that makes no sense.

Usually when something goes horribly awry, I can use logic and reason to bring people back from the brink, but love just has no rules. So how do you win this battle?

Well first of all, when you fight it, you're usually in denial.

When you surrender, you just have to be lucky.

Lucky that the person likes you back, that all your lucky stars are aligned and everything goes smoothly.

When they are aligned - good for you. Make it last!

When they aren't... sucks for you. Get over it! The world is full of new faces and opportunities.

Apart from Deja Vu, this is all I'm willing to address in regard to "love". It's in quotation marks because most of the time, what is referred to as love isn't even love. But that's a whole different post.

Just trying to address the situation from a more levelheaded, third person point of view, amidst all these hormoney rants and deceptions.

THIS IS NOT CHICKEN LITTLE. THE SKY IS NOT FALLING.

dissection

mr. pliers

do you see the jagged lines

where you pick me apart?

slowly, surely, quite methodically

you rip me into a mass of tissues,

jumble of organs, there's my larynx

take it, just don't take my heart -

it doesn't beat for you.

neigh.

pull the reigns

a haiku

hold on tight to life

it's quite a hell of a ride

just don't fall off yet

another time, another place

darkness and i sit

for a cup of tea

gentle pull, come closer

the world ends at the doorstep

the threads of my shirt begin to blur

rubber bands snap

stars fall

wrapping and constricting

sweep me away, take me

vague desires hang plump

from the ceiling

waiting to be picked

but

bowling balls hit the floor

the lights, oh the lights

turn on

flood the room

suffocating brightness

it's time, oh, oh no, oh no no no,

why is it time

for question number three.

tangled obligations

sometimes you just have to say no.

walk away

but always look back