— The Bonesetter’s Daughter
What an experience.
Is that really what I’ve been missing out on these whole four years?
This 14-hour event has left me with sparkles everywhere, a tired face, and aching ankles. If this is the epitome of high school, I’ll take it. And if this were the end of high school, I’d be happy too.
3 more weeks — 3 more weeks until I put this behind me.
Here we go;
One last push.
To the finish line I come.
Forever will this be
Etched into my memory
Of what I hear and see,
Now until tomorrow’s revelry.
Prombday breakfast for PPmake kimchi with my familyhelp momma with Buddha’s bday- go to the shooting range for IT’s bday
- Cook/Bake something new
- fishing with daddy
- make candles at Pure Light Candle Studios
- READ MORE BOOKS!
- LA trip (2 times ?)
- One last family trip before college
- go to CalSO
- take RM to Santa Monica for her birthday
- Peru
- Regina Spektor concert
- Off to UCB
heh heh heh heh heh heh
frustration procrastination mutation transformation
At this point, all I want to do is sleep or watch more tv, but that deep-rooted sense of guilt guides me back to my textbooks and notes. Is there even an effectiveness in studying this late?
I’m kinda, just the teeny weeniest bit, scared for the U.S. Government test tomorrow, but I don’t want to care.
Someone help me control my frustration and fearrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I’ll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I’ll be the fire escape that’s bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day
I’ll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement’s on the brink
I’ll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep…
I’ll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity’s done to you…
You won’t have to strain to look into my eyes
I’ll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won’t catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We’ll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We’ll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change, oOo oOo…
- The Postal Service
Pride is a sin.
I am prideful.
Therefore, I am sinful.
Only if you believe that.
(Source: basedfassbender, via fuckyeah1990s)
days of seven more shall pass,
and we as one will will crash
into the blissful freedom of liberty,
finally given the opportunity to follow the decree
of our hearts — to be free
of everything that held us back
from procuring all that we as human beings lack.
At that time each other we shall greet,
noticing that life really has become significantly brighter.
Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress Stress…
sometimes i use the f word for the fucking sake of being able to say it.
For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge
motherfucking fucker! fuck. fuck you, fucker. you’re the biggest fucktard i know. really, motherfucker? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKEEEEEEEER!
it sounds so bad, but it feels kinda good.
I want to be in Singapore, or something. I need a change of surrounding.
