It's the fight people pay to see, not the reclining champ.
Me = here. Nice to feel that again.
Feel like crap though. Tummy = my enemy.
I am amazed that it is somehow wednesday. Brilliant.
PT test on friday. Suck.
Friends - correction: former friends who I trusted with everything who turned out to be selfish psychotic backstabbers who left me to rot in a pit of misery and self destruction where I doubted myself and hated myself and was so ridiculously stressed out I resorted to cutting. - they = suck.
NIN = Mmmmmm. Do you feel the truth in it? It's not hate or sick. It's the original industrial philosophising. Listen, don't judge.
Ch'ella mi creda = not just M, but involving some m progressions that make my inner self move.
Self-pity = suck. Also self-pity = neccesary and sometimes healing and you can't leave until your
ready nor should you. But it feels damn good to leave it. Damn good.
Being strong enough to take on the universe on my own and taking responsibility for my own existance = Amazing = Atheistness. Though I dislike the label. Religion sucks. Get over it.
Soldiers = some of the most real and alive people on the planet. Carpe diem. Really. Because life is fucking short.
Feeling good enough to express myself again instead of wallowing and whining = Priceless.
Everything else in the universe = also priceless. Oops.
... Kleptomania = fucking hillarious. Hard to deal with. But fucking hillarious.
Being a math nerd not in the sense that I spend my spare time looking up formulaes and such but in that I feel more comfortable expressing life in terms of equations... = beautiful.
Loving peole without getting anything in return = hard as fuck. But beautiful.
Rounds = silly.
Music = W00t! Hurrah for the fourth dimension, for without which, music would have no meaning. Nor would sound. Or much of anything. So let's have a fourth dimension fan club because there are far too many people who are all over the 3rd dimension.
Being obsessed with people = lame.
Being obsessed with self = annoying but perfectly reasonable way to spend your time.
Censorship = The Suck.
Sleep = a horrible horrible thing. It feels good, but damn, your life dissappears. It's like a little bit of giving up every day. A little bit of dying. It also is a beautiful break from chaos. Of course my dreams are wierder than hell most of the time.
I always get so bored on vacations. Or sick of doing too much. I think I would like no long winter or summer break, but rather more three and four day weekends. Yeah. Six day weeks, with four day weekends. Beautiful.
Saturday = Sleep time.
Not getting my math = :(
Having a broken neck = :(-*--- ouch (it's not really broken it's just out of allignment or something)
Guitar = happy
overused muscle in my left hand from playing way too much guitar = x(
Random super long blog posts = silly things to help you procrastinate. Yes you. The one reading.
Sudden boredom with whatever you're doing = funny as hell.
Bye bye bye bye bye.
Finals = the suck.
Feel like crap though. Tummy = my enemy.
I am amazed that it is somehow wednesday. Brilliant.
PT test on friday. Suck.
Friends - correction: former friends who I trusted with everything who turned out to be selfish psychotic backstabbers who left me to rot in a pit of misery and self destruction where I doubted myself and hated myself and was so ridiculously stressed out I resorted to cutting. - they = suck.
NIN = Mmmmmm. Do you feel the truth in it? It's not hate or sick. It's the original industrial philosophising. Listen, don't judge.
Ch'ella mi creda = not just M, but involving some m progressions that make my inner self move.
Self-pity = suck. Also self-pity = neccesary and sometimes healing and you can't leave until your
ready nor should you. But it feels damn good to leave it. Damn good.
Being strong enough to take on the universe on my own and taking responsibility for my own existance = Amazing = Atheistness. Though I dislike the label. Religion sucks. Get over it.
Soldiers = some of the most real and alive people on the planet. Carpe diem. Really. Because life is fucking short.
Feeling good enough to express myself again instead of wallowing and whining = Priceless.
Everything else in the universe = also priceless. Oops.
... Kleptomania = fucking hillarious. Hard to deal with. But fucking hillarious.
Being a math nerd not in the sense that I spend my spare time looking up formulaes and such but in that I feel more comfortable expressing life in terms of equations... = beautiful.
Loving peole without getting anything in return = hard as fuck. But beautiful.
Rounds = silly.
Music = W00t! Hurrah for the fourth dimension, for without which, music would have no meaning. Nor would sound. Or much of anything. So let's have a fourth dimension fan club because there are far too many people who are all over the 3rd dimension.
Being obsessed with people = lame.
Being obsessed with self = annoying but perfectly reasonable way to spend your time.
Censorship = The Suck.
Sleep = a horrible horrible thing. It feels good, but damn, your life dissappears. It's like a little bit of giving up every day. A little bit of dying. It also is a beautiful break from chaos. Of course my dreams are wierder than hell most of the time.
I always get so bored on vacations. Or sick of doing too much. I think I would like no long winter or summer break, but rather more three and four day weekends. Yeah. Six day weeks, with four day weekends. Beautiful.
Saturday = Sleep time.
Not getting my math = :(
Having a broken neck = :(-*--- ouch (it's not really broken it's just out of allignment or something)
Guitar = happy
overused muscle in my left hand from playing way too much guitar = x(
Random super long blog posts = silly things to help you procrastinate. Yes you. The one reading.
Sudden boredom with whatever you're doing = funny as hell.
Bye bye bye bye bye.
Finals = the suck.
posted by Elysia @ 23:34
1 Comments:
At 11:00 PM ,
Ermine said...
So then since Finals = The Suck and censorship = The Suck, then does Finals = Censorship?
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