There's only so much I can experience from behind closed doors. Lamplight and music bounce off the walls and that's about as much as I can experience. I can invite people in, I can open windows, metaphorically and literally. I can call, txt, send e-mails. I can interact with the outside world from behind a closed door.
What I cannot do is experience that world. I can reach it, but not touch it. I can hear words from inside but can't be spoken to by voices from the outside. Behind closed doors I become unreachable, unattainable, and everything I've built within four walls or more becomes all I can show for.
I've stayed here for so long that I don't know much else. Making this place my world has done its damage manifested in a slower paced social life and unwillingness to be around others or even communicate with others. Maybe this needs to change.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
It's Been a While
Title.
I've skipped two classes out of four today, one is canceled, so I might as well just make it an even skip day. I don't know what's been up with me and school lately. Maybe it's because I live on the other side of campus and I'd rather not show up than be late 10+ minutes because there's a certain point in any class where it becomes pointless to show up. In my book, anyway.
There's been a lot I've wanted to write about, and I don't know why I haven't. If I remember, it'll all be here.
D.C. on Saturday. Yes, I'm excited. I (hopefully) will get to visit my favorite store in the world, H&M. And I also know that last sentence was grammatically incorrect, but I wonder if you know why. For the longest time, I didn't know it was. I really hope I'll get to go clubbing. I stick to this argument: you can't visit a major metropolitan area ANYWHERE on your spring break and not go clubbing. It's a waste of potential hotties that you don't have to remember. And yes, that does almost make me a whore. I still have standards though, trust me.
I like silent, rainy days when Imogen Heap fills the spaces.
I want this semester to be over so I can start working (ironic...). I'm really just tired of my classes. I love writing and Japanese, psychology is...., history's okay, just lectures, I don't really like Honors because one instructor is a student and he's late or misses class more often than not and the other instructor (part of the faculty) is basically a big nerd with a horrible sense of humor. I know it's mean, but I really don't like him. My bitchy words are immortalized here... Maybe I should take that back; harsh words against others are never worth it, and I'm trying to learn this wholeheartedly.
So it's official: I take that comment back.
*sigh*
Get me out of here, get me out of here, get me out of here.
Flower roulette. I don't know what this flower is called, but I wanted a picture of a flower in the rain and this was striking to me.
I've skipped two classes out of four today, one is canceled, so I might as well just make it an even skip day. I don't know what's been up with me and school lately. Maybe it's because I live on the other side of campus and I'd rather not show up than be late 10+ minutes because there's a certain point in any class where it becomes pointless to show up. In my book, anyway.
There's been a lot I've wanted to write about, and I don't know why I haven't. If I remember, it'll all be here.
D.C. on Saturday. Yes, I'm excited. I (hopefully) will get to visit my favorite store in the world, H&M. And I also know that last sentence was grammatically incorrect, but I wonder if you know why. For the longest time, I didn't know it was. I really hope I'll get to go clubbing. I stick to this argument: you can't visit a major metropolitan area ANYWHERE on your spring break and not go clubbing. It's a waste of potential hotties that you don't have to remember. And yes, that does almost make me a whore. I still have standards though, trust me.
I like silent, rainy days when Imogen Heap fills the spaces.
I want this semester to be over so I can start working (ironic...). I'm really just tired of my classes. I love writing and Japanese, psychology is...., history's okay, just lectures, I don't really like Honors because one instructor is a student and he's late or misses class more often than not and the other instructor (part of the faculty) is basically a big nerd with a horrible sense of humor. I know it's mean, but I really don't like him. My bitchy words are immortalized here... Maybe I should take that back; harsh words against others are never worth it, and I'm trying to learn this wholeheartedly.
So it's official: I take that comment back.
*sigh*
Get me out of here, get me out of here, get me out of here.
Flower roulette. I don't know what this flower is called, but I wanted a picture of a flower in the rain and this was striking to me.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
With You
I'm going to wait.
I'll wait for the day that you realize that whenever you send a message, my reply is within seconds. The day that you understand that anything you've ever written, I've read. Any story that's played on your lips, your ears, or in your heart; I know it. Any tear you've ever cried has become the ocean I sail on to reach the island that is you.
You're my gem, my treasure, my flower. You're all those things that people would call cliche but that mean the world to me.
You're what I've waited for.
Whoever you are.
I'll wait for the day that you realize that whenever you send a message, my reply is within seconds. The day that you understand that anything you've ever written, I've read. Any story that's played on your lips, your ears, or in your heart; I know it. Any tear you've ever cried has become the ocean I sail on to reach the island that is you.
You're my gem, my treasure, my flower. You're all those things that people would call cliche but that mean the world to me.
You're what I've waited for.
Whoever you are.
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