December 2010
schizofrederick:
Whenever I see my best friend, we are like
then we start talking about things we’ve been up to so we are like
then comes the awkward silence and I go like
And he’s like
then again we’re both like
“Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything...”
– Emily Giffin (via runawaytrain)
“And what makes anything interesting? Well, how do you know a poem is a poem?...”
– Catherine Blyth, “The Art of Conversation Or, What to say, And When”
“When you’re out there looking for that perfect person, keep these things in mind...”
– J.M. Whitaker (via littlemiss)
“Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the...”
– Thich Nhat Hanh, Being Peace (via oceanofmind)
Your power is in the present.
Be careful who you open up to. Only a few people...
“Self-disclose appropriately.” - CS100 Fundamentals of Communication.
How I wish it was my last paper too :(
“And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea
like two blind birds to...”
– Pablo Neruda, Sonnet 33 (via fuckyeahneruda)
“If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom,...”
– That’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid of many things.
Frank Zappa (via littlemiss)
It's happening!
Now that I’ve gotten a tumblr account, I’ve grown lazy to update my blog. It’s just so much easier to reblog than to come up with even a simple sentence to sum up my day.
The perks (and downs) of technology…
LOLWTFMetaphors
Metaphors from student essays
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
The hailstones leapt from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
He was as lame as...
Exams and the Last Minute Mugger
Okay I’m only online because
1. I’m using my mom’s laptop (MINE CRASHED - I THINK GOD WANTED ME TO GET OFF THE INTERNET AND STUDY).
2. I’m waiting for the printer to regurgitate one semester’s worth of actually attending seminars.
But well, because Murphy’s my best pal and technology my antagonist, my printer also ran out of ink. Ah well. Things will work...
November 2010
