BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK! 
:D:D:D:D
Two weeks to recharge and (hopefully) sleep as much as I want to! I am so psyched for cookies and some overdue love. Tomorrow tomorrow tomooooooooorrow.
YATS! I am turning into one of those cheery bubbly girls. (Except of course when school pisses me off.) This is getting amusingly disgusting. Save me! Oh no wait. You’re like me. Sigh.
Filed under: What really grinds my gears | Tags: AVA, february, the boy without a name, Vedera
I miss the February day of awkward silences with forced smiles to fill in the gaps when we reflected on the distance that was there and yet wasn’t. You shouldn’t matter anymore, because we no longer matter. Right?
If tomorrow was yesterday’s joke, should we be laughing ’cause we’re still alive, or lamenting ’cause we’re still here. – A Vacant Affair
Filed under: What really grinds my gears | Tags: JE, School, the boy without a name, thursdays are a pain
Thursdays are always a piece of pork. It’s neither here nor there, and it’s just one more day to the beloved Friday. Pokes, bumps, free food, screams and laughter made my morning. Then came annoyance and frustration lugging sleep and pushing brain away. I really ought to get a soundbooth/audacity/garageband tutorial before I throw my baby into the wall in frustration.
Days like these, I wish our imaginations were reality. Where I can eat as much as I like without worrying that I’ll be gaining back all the weight, and where pretty faces abound with hugs and beef.
I finally cleared my emails yesterday, only to see my inbox flooded again. I think I’ll spend the next few days pretending they don’t exist (again).
I’m still hoping you’ll call to say you forgot.
I am about 3 seconds away from ripping up my journal. I can’t be bothered to slowly write down what my boss did yesterday. 
And the thought of having to clear my emails scare me so much I’ve been avoiding the task for more than a week. My inner OCD freak is screaming in agony.
Conversations about dorky vs coolness crack me up. Yats I adore you. And our one-sided affairs. 
Why does time seem to pass so slowly yet so fast? I want to go someplace where you are. Preferably now. Ugh, reality’s a pain. Give me fantasy in a box any day.
Filed under: Through my eyes | Tags: blueberry tea, chicken cordon bleu, daddy, mash, saves the day, sleepless on 15, two tongues
The best medicine to a sleepless night is a nice warm mug of blueberry tea from Ikea, and a container of lunch from last night’s leftovers in the fridge waiting for my stomach. Oh, and warbling out Two Tongues and Saves The Day to my mom’s tortured ears.
Adrenaline and secret smiles shall get me through the day! Break’s in two weeks!
Ps, Happy Birthday Daddy.
/edit, I forgot to bring my charger. :( Bleh.
