May 2013
1 post
I find myself smiling and laughing on my own these days. Honestly, I’m just so fucking happy and overwhelmed with this excitement that I can’t function. I’m finding happiness in the littlest things and its so fantastic. Acceptance into my dream school gave me hope and proved to me that my efforts aren’t futile. I have underestimated myself for so long, and now nothing can...
April 2013
10 posts
Stuff to finish
1. Get rid of that H&M bag under my bed
http://blog.forever21.com/the-diy-files-hint-of-print-pocket-tee/
do something about my jeans!(shorts? capris?)
Polka dot some shirts!
Lace on the side!
2. Gifts
Masi
Ivy
Morgan
Mohini
Make wrapping paper and cards!(picture frames?)
3. Create
Bulletin board(cork board w/ neutral fabric)
Paint my plastic hand(with life lines, etc.)
Fix up...
I am tempted to create a blog. And I’m also a bit tempted to do everything. Craft, cook, read, work, study, socialize, party, rest, debate. I want to be well-read, well versed in multiple languages, and have traveled the world. I want to be an engaging writer, an intelligent mathematician, an entrepreneur, a humanitarian, a lawyer, and an artist. I suppose it’s time to sleep less, and...
This makes me want to study hindi literature. These lyrics are so beautiful.
je main nadiya tu pani
mai ta bin tere sukh jana
je tu pani ta mai pyasi
mai ta bin tere muk jana
Oh and I am in LOVE with TED talks
These were awesome:
http://www.ted.com/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html
http://www.ted.com/talks/james_b_glattfelder_who_controls_the_world.html
http://www.ted.com/talks/bunker_roy.html
Stay Classy
Remember later to check out
http://www.warbyparker.com/do-good/#home
goodreads.com
http://blog.gradguard.com/2012/06/7-free-apps-that-make-college-life-simple/
<3
Drunk post
Hate my big sis, like really, it makes me sad to see you honestly don’t fucking care. Being drunk is the worst for me, because I feel like no one cares, seriously like no one is here for me, I don’t know anyone and were going to be a depressing effing crying drunk because you know what, you don’t fucking fit in here. Leave baby leave, because you deserve fucking better than...
Seriously,
LOVE my big bro. He’s the best. He actually takes care of me unlike my big sis, who seems to honestly not give a flying fuck about what happens with me.
And I miss being a college student, I miss constantly being around familiar faces and meeting new people. I’m worried about starting fresh if I go somewhere else(if I even get in) and if I don’t, what the hell am I going to do...
And on another note, this sorority mumbo-jumbo all finally made sense to me yesterday. The girls at my school find a family within their sorority, it’s their home away from home, because they truly are far away from home. I’m so close that my family at home is all I need, and I don’t feel the need to venture out and be a part of a huge new family.
And suddenly it all clicked
Everyone just wants to be loved, to be appreciated. That’s what was missing. The lack of this very thing has ruined so much, but it’s not too late to get it all back, it’s never too late.
How can we so comfortably complain about such petty things in our lives when there are others who have practically nothing compared to us? Dr. Peters brought up an interesting point the yesterday, capitalism allows us to isolate ourselves from the source of production. So many individuals suffer in order to create products for those who are can afford it, and while we may say that they are more...
March 2013
9 posts
I really can’t stand this conflict. I feel so helpless, so angry, and so afraid and it kills me. It is so distracting for me and I end up in tears regardless of what happens. For the sake of those around you, learn to control yourself. That goes for everyone. You don’t realize how much your inabilities and egos hurt those around you. I can’t stand it, and I want to escape it.
I’m annoyed as hell because no one in this house has any motivation to do anything besides myself. Why am I the person who has to initiate everything? I clean the house all the time, and its not even my fucking mess. Just for the sake of keeping shit in order, shit that should concern everyone. In addition to cleaning my room, I clean the kitchen every day, I cook for myself all the time, I...
Late Nights
Apparently they always call for me to journal. I didn’t give all my crazy, yet not so crazy thoughts much credit at all. I’ve had epiphanies over the course of time that seem to get hidden behind other ones. By not recording my thoughts, I feel as though I am making no progress, as though I have to retrace my steps once again, and by the time that is done, I don’t have the...
And may I just say, some of the things he did were beyond adorable. So selfless and honestly so transparent. He was just a great guy and it would have been interesting to see if anything ever became of it, because I’d be lying to myself if I said there was no attraction on either end. For some reason I remained unattainable and the sad part is that it probably stayed that way due to his...
Let’s just sell everything. Ho ho ho, the amazon fiend is here!
I am nervous as hell. I don’t even want to log on to find out. Because that decision will determine where I will be next year. Reliving senior year all over again, except this time I’m alone at this anxious period of my life.
Youthful love
I miss that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you like someone. It’s kind of strange that I haven’t encountered it in so long, the last time being in the middle of my crazy interterm. I miss that a lot, especially that younger juvenile and innocent flirting. How being asked to the movies was such a big deal, how saying “love ya” at the end of a text message implied something...
And one more thing
I get bitter, very easily, and that has to change. Cheers to a productive, healthy, and happy life style <3
With love,
(alias still pending)
Just a glimpse
Finally a place to think out loud, and a place for publishing my thoughts. For some reason, writing in a diary simply doesn’t do it. Writing for only my eyes to see, isn’t satisfactory enough because for some reason it isn’t very motivating. On the opposite side, writing for my peers to read encourages me to not write at all. With a blog that’s open to the public, I hope...
