Mac tells time.

Mac proclaims proudly, "Its Three o'clock!"
"Yes Mac, I know it is. this is becoming a usual thing now isnt it?" replied the insomniac.
Of course, she wouldn't get a response until the 4 morning hour rolls around. Even then, Mac utters out the time in a seemingly tired pre-recorded voice.

Thinking as a Transcendentalist.

It's beautiful. Not one house in sight. The green goes on and on only to be interrupted by pools of reflecting light:water. 
The roads form an intricate maze, sharp turn, straight away, squiggling further than one could see. 
The clouds blush with the residual rays of the sun as they tower over the different shades of earth . Blotches of trees begin to crawl into my peripherals. 
Forming tight knit cliques
Leaving the loners to fend for themselves. 
Harshly complicated systems of cookie cutter houses are such an eye sore. Communities. 
Damn communities and their conformity. 
My adoration for this simple beauty  flew out the window as the flight attendant frowned upon my cell phone use. I only wanted to describe what even pictures could not capture. 

An old friend.

It's been so long. 
The ghost of her whisper has left my memory. All I have left to remember are bits and pieces of our past. Happy memories that make me long for her friendship, along with cold words and hateful intentions. It's a bittersweet feeling. The very same which ignites a flame that both burns for desire and anger. It hurts. But that hurt is numbed when she sends a text message at a random time. It saddens me, that I've forgotten her voice. Because it was that very thing that held me securely to this life and helped me grow. I no longer hear her call in the wind. I no her the memory if her laugh.  I can't recall it. And now, it can never be as it used to be. 

Silence.

Silence. 
That's all I long for. 
Silence. 
I long for that feeling just before you drift off to sleep
When your spirit leaves your body
And begins to fall
Down 
Down through a whirl of colors
Through an array of blues, yellows, oranges, greens, browns.
Red.
Then...silence. 
I long for it. 
I long for the silence.
The peace of the night
To float throughout the blackness
Finally being able to rest
Not a worry in my soul. 
And to be able to return home. 
Home is where the stilled hearts beat. 

One night of Drunken Stupor.

so i have concluded that crocheting (ccro shating) is highly unproducive when slightmorethan tipsy. which is a great fereaking thing becase i cant feel my teeth right now. which is good becaurse they hurt. and that sucks... :) smilie face. but i digress. i cannot feel my face right now. :D happier smilie face. and its still friday. well as of right now. at this moment its friday. yes. ima post this to my blog. then get even more shatfaced and post it again. lmfao. oh the memories that i have would have forgotten. look at me trying to use complex sentences. no. not working out.
HELLO BLOG. if there are any that read this shit. I promise im interesting, even more so when im drunk. SO stay tuned! sigh. pwem pwem pwem. pwempwem pwem pwempwem pwem. what a workout. so.....
WHAT COLOR SOCKS DID YOU WEAR TODAY? Mine were white with blue stripies. :} smilei face. OH YAY. roomies back :)




Well there you have it. I have no recollection of posting this either. hahaar.

A day in Barnes and Noble

I feel... good nestled in between the shelves of religious books. The Barnes and Noble in Wiregrass makes me as content as I can possibly be at the moment. Being away from the university takes a weight off my shoulders, a weight I didn't know I was carrying until I left. what a relief, my only worry is the amount of money im spending over here. Coffee here, lunch there, another coffee to pass the time, and not to mention gas. I dont want to find another barnes and nobles, this one is soo nice. the loud speakers are playing a waltz, how fucking relaxing. I feel giddy, I wonder if the man next to me would like to dance. ...no. he looks busy. aaayyyee ya ya yaaaaaaeeee (mummbles) por que me lloressss?

 Anywho, at the university, I feel so compressed. Wake up at the crack of dawn, go to class, be confused, come back from class, attempt to do homework, fail, lollygag the remainder of the day. Here, I enjoy sitting down and figuring out my homework. Here, im not rushed, or disturbed, or judged because everyone is doing the same thing I am, theyre all here to get away for a moment. 

This mall will be wonderful to walk in the winter because right now, I could fry an egg on the sidewalk. I wish I could say these things to someone without burdening them. 

The tree outside the window is sways gracefully to the waltz. I wish I could be as careless. All it worries about is how fast it will grow. Oh tree, I cannot wait until you cast a shadow through the window, the sun warms the lounge a bit too much late into the afternoon. And my feet are beginning to look as if they are not mine, theyre soo tan, and I, am not. My head aches of hunger. Ive gotten absolutely nothing done except for half my Lab one write up. Ill return though.