thats right bitches, no talking!
i think my NAS professor had an acid flashback today. he started swatting about around his noggin. great stuff.
we cant stop in this lecture hall, this is bat country. that was only today, wild stuff. how in the hell can one girl live four different lives in 24 hours?
in other news, not alot happening right now to uplift my spirits or renew the manure that seems to relish settling in the crevices and potholes of my silly, weary, disullusioned soul. too bad ahab. the next white whale? there aint a'gonna be one for a long time. the bounce back is as of yet not materializing, and the person i pushed away for personal reasons seems to be enjoying his distance, so whuddya gonna do? all these cats gathered round the lazy susan of love, so to speak... and mostly i dont even think i got an invitation to the dinner party.
this is the big question right now though... from an outside perspective i may seem crazier than a mormon in a coca cola factory, but i think i might be on to something. until you get to a point in your life where you are capable and prepared to really bond with someone and share the most intimate and minute details of yourself and your life, whats the use of getting tangled up in these things that are doing nothing but causing us to stray from an emotionally stable path with a clear, direct trajectory? its it so wrong to cut myself off from something that i am so certain will only hurt me in the end? kind of like putting the puppy up for adoption before it has a chance to get run over by a school bus. and who wants to lose a puppy?
i know enough, to know that i have said to much.