ahora estoy aquí, quieriendo convertir los campos en ciudad, mezclando el cielo con el mar

mixing the sky with the sea!!! i <3 shakira.

woke up at 6, showered, made tea. am going to study greek until 10. oh, and maybe eat breakfast somewhere in there. i am weak with hunger, just now, but stomach is too upset to eat--and i can officially get into and out of my 2nd favorite jeans without unbuttoning them. but i do have hips. i do.

the sunlight outside is so yummy-looking i just want to reach out the window and grab it and wind it around my hands and spread it over the walls like putty. it's all rich and sparkly and white, glaring, turning the dead trees into lace. it's not as pretty as the southern summer light i'm used to, the kind that's all incandescent beaten gold like honey lying in a layer over everything--but it's quite pretty nonetheless.

bleh. i think hot chocolate gives me a headache, like, predictably.

paideuoon, paideuontos, paideuonti, paideuonta, paideuontees, paideuontoon, paideuousi, paideuontas

it's starting to click together in my head, even, to an extent, the irregulars. one more hour of studying. *grits teeth*

i miss spanish so. goddamned. MUCH.

olfactory ambience

is it bad when you smell something burning? o_O

am too lazy to get up.

siempre supe que es mejor cuando hay que hablar de dos empezar por uno mismo

sí es cuestión de confesar, no sé preparar café ni entiendo de fútbol. creo que alguna vez fue infiel, juego mal hasta el parqués, ni jamás uso reloj. y para ser más franca nadie piensa en tí cómo lo hago yo, aunque te dé lo mismo. sí es cuestión de confesar, nunca duermo antes de diez, ni me baño los domingos. la verdad es que también lloro una vez al mes sobre todo cuando hay frío.

you can't win with your hands tied

i'm--seething. not like, angrily. seething with--something else. i feel SO much like writing and none of it is coming out. i feel, hm, feverish with writing, but not actually feverish. my head, though. uhm. i don't know quite what's going on with it--some thinking that's too fast for my conscious mind to keep up with, perhaps.

i hurt, variously. uhm, not physically. and the shrink is... SO not helpful. so far from helpful that it's almost comical, but maybe if i actually told her what was going on. realistically, i'm aware that there's nothing wrong with me, especially of the variety anyone else could help me with. i need to have my ass kicked by reality and my thoughts will fall back into line, hopefully.

( a bit more bitching )

some day, i will become... normal and well-adjusted. ah. going. stir. cra. zy.

i'm pretty sure this internet addiction is unhealthy. *gnaws fingernails* *eyes story*

i want to kick the damn pretty boys. how hard is it to angst, i ask you? dom, lij, lij, dom. you love each other. you are sad. s-a-d. aaaaag!

*vanishes in a puff of smoke*

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i should watch japanese historical dramas more often.

watashiga... anatano haha desu!
konokowa... watashino ko desu!

those mean, wicked people stole the concubine's baby!

can't do without what you do to me--i don't care if i'm in too deep

i have reached p. 15, and as i have a japanese evaluation tomorrow morning that i still haven't studied for... i'm going to bed without writing the lovely Watching Dom Instead of the TV Scene. wax gave me a bit of idea. see, she's not ENTIRELY a vampire.