I often think about what things will be like in the future. Especially fashion. I was thinking to myself today, womens clothes will probably continue to get more and more rediculous until we are wearing next to nothing in cold weather, getting sick because of stupid fashion. Then I realised we already do that.
Hi all, Just a reminder that we have two short, lively plays on the course schedule for tomorrow and that you are, of course, required to read both. If the die determines that we write a quiz, we will roll again to determine which one you must write on. This shouldn’t be too painful a task, since they are both short and highly entertaining (not to mention the added fulfilment of general brain growth traversing the rich and varied history of cultural ideas and theatre). In the words of Stanislavski, we exercise our abilities, sharpen our minds, develop our experience of the world and our ability to empathise with others through a liberal arts education and reading voraciously (some motivational thoughts for the day).
(EVEN THE WAY SHE SPEAKS IS GORGEOUS)
*Edit* I’m sorry, SHES A FUCKING DOCTOR. Can’t forget those two important letters before her name.
at long last i realised what i'm looking(waiting) for
someone who can be a huge ass someone who will pretend to be cold and distant someone who isnt afraid to make me cry someone who could live without me someone who challenges me both physically and mentally someone who is funny in more than one way someone who doesn’t give a shit what people think someone who pretends they dont give a shit what people think someone who wont put up with my bullshit someone who will call me out on my mistakes someone who will appreciate my creativity someone who will be patient with me someone who will fight tooth and nail to break down my walls someone who would drive hours to see me for a minute, but pretend it wasn’t out of their way at all someone who has their life figured out someone who has a car someone who would stay up until 2am playing video games and getting high with me someone who would convince me to stop smoking weed someone who would make me mix cd’s of music I actually enjoy someone who would take the time to understand my thought process someone who could love me someone who isn’t perfect someone who actually exists
today I dropped a piece of popcorn in the hallway at school. As I looked down in order to pick it up I noticed that my prof Natalie was a few meters behind me. I am so in lust with this prof that instead of just picking up the popcorn and perhaps waiting for her to catch up to me so that I could have a conversation with her I abandoned the popcorn on the ground and speed walked (almost jogged) as far away from her as I possibly could. I didn’t look back but it would have been impossible for her not to see the “deer caught in headlights” lights look just before I made a mad dash away. This woman is either the bane of my existance or the reason for it LOL.
I don’t want to play with you. But I don’t want to lose you. You already know so much about me, and how often can I say that? Do I want you because you know me? Or am I just enjoying this painfull game of cat and mouse? I’ll keep to myself, I’ll shut my mouth. You were the last thing on my mind before I went to bed, and the first thing on my mind when I awoke. I lay down the pieces of this puzzle here and hope that I can sort out the picture into some kind of tangible answer to my intangible questions. Every word makes me feel more sure, more confident that you werent the right one. But I know as soon as I stop writing this, that doubt will come back with a vengence. Shut down, ignore, keep down, it’s for the best.
squeeze time, seconds to minutes, laughs to tears. It’s always amazing how much you know in retrospect. How much you hide. It’s a funny feeling caring and hurting. I feel as if I just handed in an essay, an essay of how to break up with someone. My words and sentences are covered in red. Error here, this sentence is well done! Work on your conclusion, is written on the bottom.
i wonder if a year down the road it will still be unsaid. i wonder if a week down the road i’ll see you again and youll fall inbetween me and her with a subtle tugg i pull you further in only a matter of time before your ear meets my lips and the words slip into your mind