Medea represents every woman who has ever been wronged by a man; every one of them who has given everything to him, only to have it all thrown back in their face. She is the rage, the feeling of helplessness and injustice that courses through every woman's viens for all past and forthecoming predujice and hate towards our kind.
It is an anger we can barely describe, but surely, all of us must feel.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
a feeling
today i am missing him, which is strange...i have forgotten the feeling, living with him. i miss his hands, his kind words and his devotion to caring for me. even though he will just be gone until tonight, there is a void inside me. i am only half-complete,
whether this is good
or bad
that is debatable
but the truth remains that i wish you were here, to smile at me, to love me, and to be my life-long friend
whether this is good
or bad
that is debatable
but the truth remains that i wish you were here, to smile at me, to love me, and to be my life-long friend
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
lickin' my lips
The infamous feeling of self-gratification caused by chocolate.
Infamous because it FAILS.
I suddenly feel fat, a little lonely, too.
Ugh...slow. Really slow.
Mundane, super super mundane.
(What happened to auto correct for firefox?)
Lately, when I talk to people, I try to be happier/livlier, and more honest with myself. As in, if I act weird and quirky, then I just let myself, and I don't kick myself (as much) over it.
Ohhhhhhhh............milk. Stupid...icecream. Ohhh lord stomach issues.
Thought. How long has it been since I've written something..."poetic"?
Far...far too long I think. HMMMMMMM. I got nothing in me though.
Still pottling (?) along, hurting my back, my knee. Ugh my back.
How old do I SOUND?!
Tag this one as "thoughts".
Infamous because it FAILS.
I suddenly feel fat, a little lonely, too.
Ugh...slow. Really slow.
Mundane, super super mundane.
(What happened to auto correct for firefox?)
Lately, when I talk to people, I try to be happier/livlier, and more honest with myself. As in, if I act weird and quirky, then I just let myself, and I don't kick myself (as much) over it.
Ohhhhhhhh............milk. Stupid...icecream. Ohhh lord stomach issues.
Thought. How long has it been since I've written something..."poetic"?
Far...far too long I think. HMMMMMMM. I got nothing in me though.
Still pottling (?) along, hurting my back, my knee. Ugh my back.
How old do I SOUND?!
Tag this one as "thoughts".
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Why...?
Is it getting to me? Am I really depressing?
Why am I sad? Why shouldn't I be?
I don't know how to be what I'm supposed to be. I'm sorry I'm not fun, eccentric, exciting, interesting - beautiful?
Why do I keep getting upset about it, I don't know. I should just be content to live with my video games and books.
Why am I sad? Why shouldn't I be?
I don't know how to be what I'm supposed to be. I'm sorry I'm not fun, eccentric, exciting, interesting - beautiful?
Why do I keep getting upset about it, I don't know. I should just be content to live with my video games and books.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
GPA
lol...wow I've been watching that GPA climb over the years. In 08 it was a 2.27 - 09, 2.51. Now for summer, 2.61!!
Gotta get that thing up!!!
(Let's not get into how low it was first year...heh)
Gotta get that thing up!!!
(Let's not get into how low it was first year...heh)
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