Every year I tell myself it will be better than the last year and then it turns out to be worse. I feel like I'm losing control and the world is spinning and I keep trying to grasp, to hold onto something but everything slips away. The things I thought were right, the kind of people I never wanted to be friends, I always thought I had it figured out. But what do you do when what you think is right will hurt more people than if you don't act on what you believe on? What if your friends turn into what you hate? Have I changed or have they changed? I feel like my whole life has been falling into an infinite hole and because it was an unnoticeable amount every day I never realized until now.

Life

It's so easy to slip back into what you once were. Why am I so afraid of becoming the same person I was sophmore year?

Mumbling

From time to time I experience a degeneration of my speaking skills. All of a sudden I feel timid or blank out and I begin to mumble even more than usual. And then people get mad or annoyed because they can't hear me and it causes me to stress even more and my mumbling increases. Even though I know it's a psychological thing it turns into a physical thing, like I am unable to get any words out of my mouth.

If you're bored and want to watch a pretty good movie The King's Speech was interesting. Colin Firth is such a good actor.

what was senior year like in hunter?

have you seen a vivorg today?

a vivorg is a hummingbird
with hair thin and fluttery
it flaps in the wind

a vivorg has been compared
to a chipmunk: brown (not green)
jacket, like brown fur

a vivorg has words sharp
like forks. pins on your
vulnerable spots like forks.

what goes in amy soup?

-a pair of red puma suede sneakers
-few violin strings
-a polaroid camera















-some non-new navy
-no eggs
-loaves of bread. and maybe some naan
-a mountain of curry powder
-simmered in a 장고

reading for leisure again

so, the exciting sequel to "The Name of the Wind" came out: Wise Man's Fear!

i poured over this in B&N and finished it in 6 hours. my eyes were blurry afterward but it was worth it :)

happy to be reading fantasy again. yay spring break!

what kind of candy are you?

a random thought has occurred to me today that i thought i should blog it!

if sarah pasternack were a candy, i would identify her as














a pixie stick! why, might you ask? well, the first thing that came to mind was the unescapable alliteration which makes the whole comparison a zinger...
pixie stick is sarah past backwards...almost. it's a stretch but an acceptable one.

of course, i am referring to the really small pixies and not the giant ones. the small pixie sticks match her size and frame; observe:




















i loved pixie sticks as a child; especially the blue raspberry flavored ones...
i wish they were more commonly found in grocery stores these days.

do you ever wonder what kind of candy you are? well, then tell me and i will try to find your match!
no guarantees that the match up will be as perfect as sp to ps...but i'll give it my best shot.

so much....Borscht

we got beets from the fruit-veggie coop today...