Monday, October 26, 2009

Anyway?

There are times such as now when I ask myself whether I should go to sleep, or push my eyelids open an extra hour. The only way to choose is by looking ahead to the inevitable consequences I will have to deal with in the morning. Do I want to do extra work tomorrow? or wake up even more tired? Its a lose/lose situation either way. As my body says sleep and my mind says work, I think I will settle on an uneasy compromise. Whats another half an hour anyway?

Saturday, October 24, 2009

My Top 5 Beatles Songs

  1. Rocky Raccoon
  2. Octopus's Garden
  3. I've Just Seen A Face
  4. Carry That Weight
  5. All You Need Is Love

Thursday, October 22, 2009

It Will Come Crashing Down Like a House of Cards

I often try to split my time up evenly; a half an hour here, a half an hour there. Lately I feel as if I have been doing things half way. Maybe I should be spending full hours on a shorter list. Maybe not...


Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I felt so loved at the time

Sunday was my birthday.
Yesterday was not my birthday.
Today is not my birthday.
Tomorrow will not be my birthday.

Birthdays suck.

Friday, October 16, 2009




Aw! Your hair looks pretty!

I have a friend who cries every time she gets her hair cut. It doesn't matter whether it is a trim or a total makeover, the prospect of change always upsets her. For years I've had a rocky relationship with my long hair. We've had our ups and downs, and ratty nests. Up until recently, I have appreciated its length, using it almost as a security blanket. Under the proximate stress of classes and life, the devotion to maintaining my long hair has been dwindling down to daily showers and a lifetime's supply of hairbands. Before I started ripping the roots out of my head, I decided to be revolutionary and and chop all of my hair off. Now above the shoulders, my hair is conveniently angled to enhance my features while pulling off a cute and stylish look. Or so says my hair dresser...

While I have adjusted to the transition of long to short hair rather quickly, my friends seem to be a bit hung up. Everyday someone feels the need to come up to me and inform me that my hair has been cut. I think if I hear it enough times, the announcement will start to surprise me.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

An Applied Quote

I'm right and you're wrong. I'm big and you're small. And there is nothing you can do about it.