ç°ç°§§§ùòà accents so easy

in siena, the birds fly in the air all the time, hundreds of them, all the time.

insert poetic musings here

it's like a fucking hitchcock movie

but cuter


europe, in haiku:

every place we go
we become mice in mazes
move on, home, move on

p.s

patience

qqn m'a dit

so i'm at this hostel with free internet and no one around to use it but me and i find the more i'm online the more i think about things and since the goal was to not think about things to help myself get over everything and give myself a break, isnt the logical course of action to get off the damn compy? it was actually working too, until i got here and started on the intarwebs. alright, whatever, we'll stop.

the keyboard is so old school though...click clack click clack ok i'm done for nowwww

the only good things about good dreams is you forget them eventually. but in dreams, it takes so little, for anything, really. happiness, sadness, inconceivable contentedness, excruciating separation. 

guess where i am and guess what topic this post is suspiciously lacking!

don't worry though. when i come back, we'll drink trappist beers and talk deep into the night. one after another, until i know you all again.

I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH.


but i'm not done by half.

old habits die hard

ALSO i had a really fucking vivid dream last night. it was actually a dream within a dream but the dream was so... it was like you couldn't tell, not even from real life. damn. hard to explain, but. could i maybe stop having these? i don't wake up devastated or anything, but...it's vaguely unsettling.

i don't we should be able to remember with such startling clarity ourselves getting the impossible things we want. it makes realization of reality v. unpleasant

but rarely do we practice this, this lack of delusion in real life either, so, forgivesies?

sometimes, when the scope of human desire stretches toward humble, everyday ordinary things, it becomes inevitable.

tl;dr dreams! they can fuck you up

facts about memory

1. smell is the sense that's most closely linked to memory. so if you wanna get out with minimal damage from the start, don't fucking smell anything.  and change things up while you're at it so you don't form any associations.

2. in the event that this has happened, be aware that everyone forgets eventually.

3. if you're the type that REALLY tends to remember things (and well), be aware that everyone forgets eventually.

so just be a little patient.
and don't be angry at others' ability to move on so easily. (what, like you've never been that guy.)
and don't be angry.

/soapbox
whew.

wish i had a pizza and a bottle of wine

i was talking with evan about this, and idk. well.....

it's just.

does this make ANYONE ELSE uncomfortable?

it is so orange. and it wears tennis shoes

an open letter

alright, bitch. i'm gonna say this once. that's a lie, i'll probably write about you at some point in the future, given the rate that you piss me off.

if you wanna play the derisive stereotype game, we can play that. seriously? you wanna make fun of AZNs and okcupid and the people that use it? they're better people than you'll ever be. and wow, yes, asians use hotmail. it's a cultural thing. do i make fun of you because ya on facebook all damn day?

the answer is no! because i'm going to make fun of you for other reasons.

first of all, can there be a rule that you can't say anything stereotypical when you're in a sorority? are you just asking for it? are we supposed to get into those retarded ass hand sign things y'all do in every picture, or hey, actually, could you stop being such sluts for a second and good GOD, bitch, cover up. and all this sorostitute fb posting OMG YOU'RE AMZING I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU MWAH YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS LOVEEEEEEE do you guys have any idea how moronic you sound?

god knows i've got enough fodder to go for days, and absolutely zero respect for your immature, loud mouthed idiocy. you're really not in any position to be looking down on anybody. and though i digress, i don't believe for a damn second you understand anything anthony burgess wrote, or nietzsche for that matter, and fucking spell it right, ohhkay?

i'm gonna get all of these irrational grievances out of my system here instead of passive aggressively posting them on facebook like a little BITCH (note: i'm talking about you!), in tiny contained comments.

now, i understand that i'm biased and we both liked the same boy and i didn't handle that the best. what can i say, he didn't exactly bring out the best in me. so take it with a grain of salt when i say you irritate me to untold degrees. alternatively worded, DAMN, you annoy the shit outta me. what IS it about you.

you're a catty airheaded mess. where the hell do you get off criticizing me and mine?

and so i say this from the bottom of my heart:

cool it, bitch.

now if you'll excuse me, i have to go dye my hair yellow and soup up my honda civic, watch some anime and eat some rice.

AzN PryDe!!!!!!!!!

because we all hurt.

be careful with people!!!!

is it good or bad, to compartmentalize the slices of your life?