I just found a spiders nest in my room. I'm not going near that corner ever again.
~Emily
[glow=#6400ff]"Are you going to the grave with unlived lives in your veins?[/glow]
[glow=#0000ff] "I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to." [/glow]
Today has been a BAD BAD day. I found out I have *two* days to write a report on positivist and interpretivist approaches to sociology. Why I didn't know about this earlier is beyond me, but needless to say...it's not going to well.
My mother is nagging me about university. Apparently I have to make decisions and stuff. REALLY? Does she think I don't realise this or something? Damnit.
My best friends aren't bloody talking to each other. Which means I have to have seperate conversations at the same time because they both refuse to give the other the pleasure of being able to join in with a general conversation
And now, NOW, my sister is practising her scales on the Clarinet. If she plays *one* of these high notes right, I'll eat my hat*.
OK. *breathes*
...carry on...
*i don't own a hat, so will not be held responsible if, by some miracle, she DOES play a tuneful note and I don't eat any hats.
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
It's a better feeling telling the bitch off when she tries to fuck you over for eight months.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
this is the first time EVER that both sets of my parents are going out of town at the same time (im not going with them because i have to work), which means i have the house(s) all to myself...except im not exactly in a party mood
my friend (who doesnt drink) was asking me this morning "what's the point of getting drunk?"
is it so much to ask that i take something that allows me to not think for a couple of fucking hours...to simply turn my brain off so that im not inundated by half a million things running through my brain every second? its fucking exhausting...hence the reason im asleep all the time
<3 Mademoiselle Pamplemousse
~The world would be a better place if only more things were made out of statue~