Chasing Cars July 22, 2007

TearJerky January 23, 2007

 

I am lost and disenchanted,
Dying excommunicated
from my own point of view.

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So I attempt to cheer myself up by zig-zaging like crazy across the internet, and what to I find?

These:
1.

Fine. I confess I searched this one.

 

2. Ignorance is Bliss

3. The Science is Clear: Marriage Should Be Eradicated

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My eyes now know how dried and salted fish (tuyo) feels like. Amazing.

Hallelujah January 20, 2007

I think I live in a fantasy world where I constantly deceive myself into thinking I can handle it. The truth is, I can’t. I realized today that I’m not capable of all the things I thought I could do. I’m not a superhero. I’m not even smart, or pretty or funny or all the things that make other people pleasant.

All I know is how to indulge in the beautiful,
How to intoxicate myself with the world,
How to appreciate even the darkest of sorrows,
How to aimlessly wander the edges of time.

That’s all. I’m not even minutely functional. Maybe the best job for me is to be a curator.

Time to get your head out of the clouds, little girl. The sun is slowly rising.

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Infidelity is a short-lived obsession; a journey to the landscapes you’re not allowed to view. I have no idea why Grey’s Anatomy is full of this theme. I just like seeing McDreamy. That’s just about it.

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7:18 and my heart trembles.

Neverland January 14, 2007

 

 Again.

I’ll change my specialization if all neurosurgeons are McDreamies. Haha. I can imagine scrubbing in to surgery and reporting to an attending like him. I’m gushing. Damnit. It’s astounding how fully this hit me.

It’s like an initial blast in my visual cortex. Then now all my senses are hallucinating. Bad. Bad.

Yay. A Happy post. How abnormal of me.

[I don't like being asked about med school. In fact, don't ask me about plans that are more than 2 months in the future.]

I’m getting a high from his eyes. It’s always the eyes that trap me. I feel so grade school (oh, scratch that, so nursery.)