he

I'm what feels like the only passenger on a slow-moving train. This train is going to crash. Yes it is. There's no telling when or how, but it will happen, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow morning. And the rather peculiar thing about this scenario is that I have no intention of getting off, and there's plenty of time. Believe me. I know what is to come. I feel it. Yet I'm still sitting, eyes half open. Half shut? No. Half open. Fingers crossed.

PS - My bike boo boo itches and I shouldn't have watched Donnie Darko. This makes me go even more insane.

Oh, Kafka

I'm starting to think that my current existential crisis is the result of over-thinking everything. Perhaps, though, it is indeed one of these crises and will simply last a lifetime. One cannot know these things until death, and by then it is too late and does not matter.

twisted sister

I enjoy twisted things, and sometimes I find humor in things that aren't really funny but just more pathetic. Situations that are pathetic. People who are pathetic. I laugh out loud in my room, all to myself. I smile. I laugh again.

laziness

Between swap meet shopping, designing my potential tattoo, and pondering getting my nipple pierced, I got nothing done today. I can be very motivated when it concerns things that interest me, but when it involves doing the hundredth case study of the year, let me tell ya...I'm just plain lazy!

flowers

Before today there weren't any flowers in particular that really caught my fancy. My great-grandmother (Nana) and grandmother's (Nani) favorite flower is the calla lily, and my mom's is the purple iris. I don't really care for either of these, which eliminates that idea for a tattoo design. Upon Googling for a couple hours to avoid writing my papers, I realized that I love red, orange, yellow, and pink flowers.


ranunculus


peace rose


dandelion (photo by my awesome friend Elbert Park)


fuschia "ballet girl" (photo by yours truly)