Nursery Rhyme Twist

Twinkle twinkle little star I cannot see you from this far Down beneath the ground so low No sound of whisper from falling snow Packed inside the dirt so tight Darkness fills unseeing sight

It's taken me at least twenty minutes to sign on to blogspot

It has taken me a lot to finally sign on to this blog again, and not for lack of caring. Since my last post, I have: moved out of my parent's home (for the first time), switched home towns, switched colleges, joined several sports teams/clubs, taken on the task of making new friends, and, most relevant to this post, taken on my first ever roommate! That brings me to the point of this post: the internal debate of deciding whether or not my roommate is human. We have lived together for a few months now, and I have made a few mental notes as to her lifestyle. Humanly, she cooks, attends class (or at least disappears at class times), has at least one friend, has a boyfriend, and occasionally showers. Now, these seem like all the necessary things to supporting human life, right? BUT. I live with her, and I can say that things are off. At first, I thought that maybe I was just a bad roommate, or that she was just exceptionally awesome (which she is). Things that don't add up: she cooks well, but very seldom and with almost no dishes or foods used, she showers, but very seldom (I think she lacks the need to bathe), she does not go out with friends or watch tv or listen to music, but she is frequently gone, she never makes sounds even if she is home (and our apartment is old and squeaky), her boyfriend comes over occasionally (but not often for two people who have been together for two years, and she rarely has clothes to wash. My conclusion? I have somehow been blessed with a perfect alien roommate specimen, and I am a shitty human roommate in return. I have sleepovers, I wash clothes weekly, shower daily, come in at all hours, watch tv frequently, listen to music occasionally, stop around in my room, wake up early, use the bathroom for showers AND toilet reasons. Damn, what kind of monster am I?

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

Why did I not watch this movie sooner? It is so completely lovely. Who am I kidding, everything kiera knightly touches turns to gold. I can't even capitalize her name because it's become an improper noun in my mind. I may have shed a tear.

You do what you do, and you pay for your sins and there's no such thing as what might have been; that's a waste of time, it'll drive you out of your mind

Katrina's floating head

I have some posts that I'd like to delete, they sound stupidly infantile to me now. Somehow I cannot bring myself to get rid of them though, for I felt the heart of them at one time, and I may come back at another hour to love and rejoice in the clarity of my younger mind.

It's almost 5 am

Emotional catalysts are easily forgotten, but the effects of their reign linger to taint the memories of the inflicted.

You Have to Live

You can never give up. Even when life is at its meanest, there is someone out there who looks forward to seeing your face. So, if not for yourself, keep going for that person. Please don't quit, Pa.