the end of the world as we know it

for some reason i just decided to look at emma watson's official fan page. as soon as i went there i started crying. i mean who even does that? what is wrong with me? i feel like everything in my life is falling apart and i go to hermoine granger's webpage and cry.!? also, i am excited to take my finance test tomorrow. i think i am probably slowly dying.

double take

i just wish that every time that anyone felt like being mean or maybe even murdering someone, that the victim could just whip out a large baby photo of themself and force the other person to look at it before they did anything. maybe then people would think twice about the decisions they make.

that warm fuzzy feeling

well people, this is my third official post ever! yay! so i wanted to share with you (if there is even anyone there) something that i thoroughly enjoy, and that is poetry by e. e. cummings. i love his style and think that if you read enough of his poetry you will grow to love it, too. so with that said here is one of his beautiful poems (take in a deep breath):
because i love you)last night

clothed in sealace
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;

lifted, and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands

poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftfly creeping
through my dreams last
night, all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in

the tide's acute weaving murmur

(and exhale)

anticipation

i just ate a turkey sandwich. it didn't look like turkey and it didn't smell like turkey. also, it has been sitting in my dorm fridge for a while. i hope i don't die.

break my back cause it's all i know

so...there I was, trying my hardest to listen to every sentence pouring out of my econ professor's mouth. however, my mind was definitely somewhere else. all i could think about was grinding my teeth and how much i wanted to break them out. i don't know why but i just thought it would be the greatest idea and then i could just spit them out on my desk. then those girls that sit beside me, the ones that can't carry on a conversation without talking about someone else, would see them and be so digusted that they would vomit on their brand name t-shirts. then i realized that i probably needed my teeth and that i should just save myself the pain, i'm such a wimp.