March 2010
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"Knowledge is power--but it alone may not be...
-J. Frieden, D. Lake, and K. Schultz, World Politics
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-J. Frieden, D. Lake, and K. Schultz, World Politics
Free Gatorade. Free workout. Free t-shirts. Free...
I played outside today.
The sunburn is totally worth it.
To you, to that French test, to you too, to you as...
Putain.
So, this one time, on Facebook...
This evening, a high school acquaintance of mine posted an entirely naive, conservative status regarding health care and communism.
I left a snarky, liberal reply, and then removed her my friends list. I blocked her for good measure. It was positively exhilarating.
More running.
I may just be going in a big circle,
but I get farther and farther every day.
And that suits me just fine.
To top it all off, I went all the way to Publix...
My head hurts. My stomach hurts.
Headache making my stomach hurt more. Attempts to override nausea making my headache worse.
Something I ate or symptom of current emotional state? Probably both.
Endorphins and Sweat.
I successfully destroyed my International Relations exam and finished my World Religions paper this afternoon, which was cause for a celebration.
So I went and ran for a while.
I haven’t felt this good in weeks.
No.
I’m stronger than that.
Tu me manques.
What’s funny about the verb manquer, is that the subject and the direct object switch places in the sentence, and you conjugate the verb to the direct object.
In a literal English translation, it reads backwards.
In French, it makes perfect sense.
Which it pretty much par for the course.
Please Keep Your False Empathy.
I can throw my own pity party,
Thanks.
Day 1
Learning how to breathe.
Focus, Focus, Focus.
No matter how hard I try,
I
Cannot
Get
My
Brain
To
Shut
Up
And
Let
Me
Think.
Quelquefois, je veux crier.
J’ai peur que tu ne puisses pas supporter le stress,
et je ne sais pas t’aider.
Thoughts From My 13-Year-Old Self.
They say ignorance is bliss,
Yet we still fear what we don’t know,
And we fear that we may never know
What we’re missing.
Hold Me Tightly, Just Because You Can.
To the bass in my speakers
My heart pulses
But my heartbeat ceased to be my own
When you became the world to me
When you smiled at me
Even though I was leaving you behind.
I’ll gladly give up a thousand heartbeats
To see you again.
"Home Is A Place You Grow Up Wanting To Leave, And...
Et Puis, Elle Lui A Chuchoté,
“Allons-y.”
It's Like Trying To Read Chaucer While Listening...
I’m glad we don’t take ourselves too seriously,
Sometimes.
I don’t think we’d make it if we did.
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