like you never wanted to be a robot.
adjective robot
November 16, 2008

today is not the day to get distracted.

watershed has to be at the printers tomorrow morning. i have a huge copyediting project that is only half way done if you’re very generous about what half is. and tonight i’m meeting e’s mom for the first time.

so instead of getting shit done, knocking items off the list of things that have to be done if i still want that A grade, i’m writing a treaties that won’t see the light of day for a few weeks yet.

love.

and we can all thank my mom, for putting more stress on me about tonight’s dinner than even i could imagine on my own.

“take out your piercings, talk slow. you could be meeting your future mother-in-law.”

omfg, seriously? thanks. because today wasn’t stressfull enough already.

November 12, 2008
Milestone #1

joshawesome:

Just a bit ago, my mom referred to me as “he”. This is coming from a person who went ballistic when I came out as transgender and hasn’t talked about it since that day five years ago.

My thoughts on it: holy fucking wow.

yay! always good when moms start to accept us for who we are, not who they want us to be. 

joshawesome:

potterspoet:

that is SOOOO cool
via

wow

the best part? so don’t need to dissect, since you can see the insides. this is the frog we should have studied in the eighth grade. 

joshawesome:

potterspoet:

that is SOOOO cool

via

wow

the best part? so don’t need to dissect, since you can see the insides. this is the frog we should have studied in the eighth grade. 

November 7, 2008

i am falling apart.

not literally. not metaphorically. but at the seams, none the less.

my to-do lists give birth to to-do lists. on the calendar, in my journal, on my computer, written on post-it notes, scrap envelopes, and my hands—every where i look, there is another list vying for attention.

lists of homework. lists of deadlines that must be met. list of design mockups to produce. list of books to read, poems to write, bills to pay.

i’m not a fan of lists. every time i see a list, i feel guilty for doing things that are not on the list. like chillin’ with e, or the girls, or reading a book that isn’t on any assigned reading list.

i am falling a part. someone pick up the pieces in december?

October 30, 2008
Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone there who can understand what we are saying, in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.

Alain De Button, Essays in Love (via soiledteenagedgirlfriend)

i wish he wasn’t even half right

(via joshawesome)

need to stop thinking in terms of Hamlet. because i’m pretty sure this is why ophelia dies. oh. and i need this book. 

October 29, 2008
Hamlet would be better served by an appearance by a zombie or a ninja. A ghost just doesn’t cut it these days.
[via Infinite Jest Cartoon | Savage Chickens - Cartoons on Sticky Notes by Doug Savage]

Hamlet would be better served by an appearance by a zombie or a ninja. A ghost just doesn’t cut it these days.

[via Infinite Jest Cartoon | Savage Chickens - Cartoons on Sticky Notes by Doug Savage]

October 24, 2008
October 10, 2008
guy:
This is a pre-fab treehouse that can be outfitted with sitting and sleeping benches, storage spaces, a mini-kitchen, heating, glass windows, lighting, as well as a sound system for multimedia. I’ll take one and the tree to put it in please (via)
my whole life, i’ve never wanted anything more than i want a tree house. and this one is gorgeous. i will now spend the rest of my life attempting to get a tree house this pretty. 

guy:

This is a pre-fab treehouse that can be outfitted with sitting and sleeping benches, storage spaces, a mini-kitchen, heating, glass windows, lighting, as well as a sound system for multimedia. I’ll take one and the tree to put it in please (via)

my whole life, i’ve never wanted anything more than i want a tree house. and this one is gorgeous. i will now spend the rest of my life attempting to get a tree house this pretty. 

October 6, 2008
But although we do not now quarrel according to the moods and figures of Caranza or Vincent Saviola, no one knew better than Fergus that there must be some decent pretext for a mortal duel. For instance, you may challenge a man for treading on your corn in a crowd, or for pushing you up to the wall, or for taking your seat in the theater; but the modern code of honour will not permit you to found a quarrel upon your right of compelling a man to continue addresses to a female relative, which the fair lady has already refused. So that Fergus was compelled to stomach this supposed afront, until the whirligig of time, whose motion he promised himself he would watch most sedulously, should bring about an opportunity of revenge.
Waverly, Chapter LVII — Sir Walter Scott
October 5, 2008

it seems unreal to be this ridiculously happy.

i’ve never been a girl who needed a boy to be happy, but omfg he makes me happy. 

it doesn’t matter that i’m broke beyond belief, that my design work isn’t working, that i go to bed and wake up (alone and) exhausted. 

i rock. i’m awesome. (and no i’m not full of myself). and he knows it. and he tells me it. and he’s pretty much the most awesomest thing that has happened to me in this stretch of my lifetime. 

ridiculously happy. i didn’t know happiness could be this extended and drawn out. 

ridiculously.