November 2011
127 posts
“I get worried for young girls sometimes; I want them to feel that they can be...”
– Amy Poehler (via lipstick-feminists)
October 2011
47 posts
Why is it that when there is one person I very much wish to not think about, everyone in the world seems to bring him up? And when no one is talking about him I run into him. And when I’m alone and at home and completely safe, he creeps into my thoughts. Only to later creep into my dreams.
I can’t make heads or tails about how I feel, because all I feel is flustered. And I like to be...
Good night last night.
I’d say this Halloween weekend is easily 6000 times better than last year when I was dying of mono. I’m mostly just super pleased I got a chance to use my Esmerelda costume again. I’d say I embody a gypsy pretty well, :)
That awkward moment when..
…your creepy uncle tells you that you have a cute figure.
Kathy
Honey, I feel absolutely honored to have positively influenced your life in any way. I think you are amazing and opionated and independent and demand the treatment you deserve, and I am very proud of you for that. But what you never seem to give yourseslf credit for is how much you’ve taught me. You’ve made me accept that vulnerabilty is not a display of weakness, and you’ve...
Spazzy afternoon. Good lord Melissa, we need to make plans for like 5 different senarios next time we hang out. But maybe not; I haven’t laughed as hard as I did today in ages. Thank you so much for driving us all over on our adventure and roaming through like 6 different parking lots so I could creep. T’was a good day.
Addition to preceding post-
6. Spontaneous visit from Kathy. Hearing her DI. Loving it. Catching up. Making a mess frosting cookies. Reading old diary entries of mine about how hot Connor Clark was before he got fat. God babe, this is why you’re my best friend.
Today's events which made me infinitely happy:
1. Taking a nap with both my kitties.
2. Listening to the new Coldplay album.
3. Having a wonderful political discussion with my family at dinner about the Occupy movement.
4. Going to bake a wonderful seasonal treat with my madre.
5. Playing tennis tomorrow!
I don't care what you think, I'm fucking...
And I happen to think Kathy is hilarious too.
Quandary:
At the point when I’m lonely, ready for a relationship, tired of everyone I know, and not willing to lower my standards. What an unrectifiable situation. This is why I can’t wait for high school to be over.
“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
Defining my strength.
I have this very strict image in my mind of the kind of woman I want to be. Independent. Powerful. Indimidating. Comfortable with my sexuality. Rising to the top without denying my feminity, but also not using it as a tool. Inherantly being the kind of person I want to be, a person who just happens to be a woman.
Yet along with this goal, I have developed an aversion to vulnerability. To...
“If you get embarrassed every time you drop a pad or tampon—and it will happen—or...”
– Rookie Mag (via filigrees)
So, t’is me, over there yonder. I’m pretty much a hot mess. All the time. And I am basically just going to use this medium as a diary, a place for random thoughts and observations, and things I like. And I’ll probably be on here entirely too often, because I like being unproductive. Also, I’m not really sure if this introduction is necessary, but I am not the kind of person...
