January 2012
96 posts
No broken heart, no familiar scars;
this territory goes uncharted.
work
clean and organize my room. move my desk out. bring in my keyboard (!). bring in my chair and bookcase and rug. stop letting katie dictate my living habits and patterns.
get up at 7:30 every weekday, regardless of the day’s classes and events.
make a list of things-to-do for the next day every night before bed.
read when reading is assigned. take care...
December 2011
23 posts
Louis Armstrong - La Vie En Rose
Theory:
They say it takes 21 days to establish a habit. Instead of writing resolutions this year that I start in January, try to keep all of, and give up by the end of the month, I’m writing habits that I want to establish, by month. I’ll take 30 days to focus on each one and that way, if I get off track, I’ll have no excuse not to start on the next resolution at the beginning of the...
…we talk literally every night for hours, until this time or later. Am I interpreting this wrong, or is he just moving really, exceedingly slow?
I realized today that families die.
Like flowers. They die so that they can make new ones but before that can happen, they wilt; they lose the life in them so slowly that you almost don’t realize it’s happening until one day you look back and realize that you’re not an entity anymore. You get together and the entire scene is tinged with gray—laughter grows sparser and weaker, patience is strained,...
Isn't it funny...
…the first Christmas that I’ve been so fully immersed in the fullness of my friends and family and home and life that I don’t feel like I’m missing someone in my life is the first Christmas that I kind of have that someone around. Maybe that was it all along?
"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,
…”the bark on the tree were as soft as the skies.” The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, as she cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”
I thought this would be easier in college, struggling to unite this weird dichotomy of projection vs. personality that I seem to have developed over time. But I think, instead, it’s simply grown deeper, fuller, and harder to...
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.
Time may change me, but I can’t trace time.
I’m about to change a lot of things in my life. Some of them will become very obvious, very quickly. Others will take a little time. But I think that, finally, I’m making actual decisions about my life rather than simply reacting to the people and things around me, and I am really, really happy about it.
maemck asked: your comment on the subway picture almost made me LOL for real in class hahaha
