agree?

Where have I been? away, busy, drinking Iced Coffee, hanging out with a sister and a brother in law, feeling a baby bump, reading magazines at borders, having dreams, cuddling a hot water bottle...

you know, the usual.

Ups and downs.

I've realised that ... everyone is crazy, tormented, funny, losery, weird, awesome, lonely, a friend, a lover, a fighter, beautiful, bad ass, and crazy. crazy crazy crazy.

we are all crazy.

at least we have that in common!

pandas.

OMGOSH.
Can I marry these?

safety.

jessie's gal

I played along with the charade, I don't really seem to see a reason to change. But I feel so dirty when they start talking cute, I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is probably moot.

But she's watching him with those eyes, and she's lovin' him with that body I just know it!

and he's holding her in his arms late, late at night.

How I wish that I had Jessie's girl.

charm.

It's 11.28pm and I hate conflict, doing essays, being stressed, having a messy room, saying a joke no one gets, being hungry.

But it's now 11.29 and I love rain on my skin, my best friend, Lea Michele's voice, laying on my bed on my laptop, coats, my parents, my sisters, water, life.

Every now and then I fall apart...

http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com/

My life is a missed connection! I couldn't express my love for this blog more. I always see people, and I think, wow, what would it be like to actually know you? To become involved with you, in some small, crazy way?
Eye contact is such a big thing too. It's fire. It's sparks.

I feel too much for this small body, I may explode one of these days.

=)

me.

1. The first thing I do in the morning is put some toast in the toaster, boil the jug for my milo and stretch!

2. Every night before bed I text for a while and read a page or two of a book.

3. My favorite thing to do when I'm having a bad day is to usually go meet someone in town, rent out a cute romantic comedy, wear my favourite clothes or go to Borders and read at Gloria Jeans =)

4. Something that makes me cringe is when people crack their knuckles. Seriously, it's gross. and don't say it doesn't hurt because maybe when you're like 54 you'll complain of sore joints.

5. Social situations can freak me out sometimes, depending on who i'm with.

6. I like to collect books, beautiful pictures (huge folder), subtitled pictures from movies, quotes, and just happy memories.

7. Weekends are for going to see a movie, winding down, and studying! eeeek!

love.

I have a problem. All of the boys in my life at the moment, any potentials, or anything, do not mean enough to me. I cannot see myself with any of them in the future. I just want to meet that person and be like, wow. you are who I want, I can't see myself with anyone else.

But now, I am hesitant. I keep searching and looking for that Disney prince, that Noah, that Alexander Barrington, that John Keats. I don't know. I am nervous to get into something that I won't be into; wouldn't it be cruel to be with someone, while looking out for another person?

I just want that feeling. Maybe it'll come to me. Maybe I'll feel it.

art history.

'I don't think he knows how attractive he really is. Or maybe he does, maybe he does a Zoolander face in the mirror every morning and checks himself out in reflections. He's tired; he takes a long, deep swig of Coca-Cola out of a fresh can and holds his head in his hands. His head touches the cool gray of the desk. The soft suck of the lecture room door echoes everytime someone enters, ten minutes early. He does not look up - a girl who drops her books heavily does not capture his attention. He has a headache. He looks away.'

Jack Kerouac looks like my dad when he was young.

"In the middle of the night I got up because I couldn't sleep, pulled the cover over baby's bare brown shoulder, and examined the LA night. What brutal, hot, siren-whining nights they are! Right across the street there was trouble. An old rickety rundown rooming house was the scene of some kind of tragedy. The cruiser was pulled up below and the cops were questioning an old man with grey hair. Sobbings came from within. I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle."

Annie.

"Oh blow it out your oh wazoooo"

Maybe far away, or maybe real near by. He may be pouring her coffee, she may be straightening his tie. Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill, she's sittin' playing piana, he's sittin' paying a bill!

Betcha they're young, betcha they're smart, bet they collect things, like ashtrays and art. Betcha they're good, why shouldn't they be? Their one mistake...was giving up me.

So maybe now it's time, and maybe when I wake, they'll be there calling me 'baby'...maybe.

everything + some more

• I'm afraid to do my presentation for slave trade; i know it's like, two weeks away, but it's so freakin' scary! i'm going to be a wreck the week it's due, i know it. i know it.
• I love milo! oh my gosh, where has it been all my life? a week without it and i realise how much I LOVE IT.
• There is an American dime on my desk and I now believe it is my lucky coin - it's always on my desk, yet I lose coins so easily!
• Grocery shopping by myself yesterday was more fun that I could've ever imagined :)
• okay, just lost my lucky coin. nice.

Turn to page 394.

Yeah. I'm officially in love with Harry Potter! it's all coming back to me, the pumpkin juice, the yummy meals every night, the owls, the tension between Ron and Hermione, Harry's touchyness, his anger, his wittiness, J K Rowling's amazingness.

Toats excited to read these books again.