Faces sweaty, arms and legs, what a glorious set of stairs we make

I wish i could dig a whole into my own brain sometimes, only to remove certain pieces. Like when i asked myself too many questions, or don't ask enough. That's just a small example. And i wish i could install an automatic sleep machine inside my body, so no matter what i do, awake or not, my body will be getting the right amount of rest without me even noticing. I can almost say i hate being home. And it isn't a "i'd rather be anywhere but here" sort of thing. My family is awesome. It's just that i'd rather stay where you are. Maybe i just haven't gotten a normal amount of sleep in some time. I'm so overdue. Mother nature, bring the snow on, now!

But till' then, i'll have to fake it with christmas time in my own bed. Alone.

I get eaten by the worms

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNRCvG9YtYI

Google has been doing this:

Which rules and is even more inviting than usual.

Finally found all Bored To Death episodes online and was so excited to catch up to what i have been missing out on but the website only let me get as far as episode 3.

But hey, this was cute :

I have a feeling that this week is going to be the most dragging week of all, that's how it always is when there is a wonderful weekend to look forward to. So, dear Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, please, please, please go by lighting fast. Thanks.

Perhaps it's a matter of feeling some sort of refreshment, or feeling really nostalgic... Either way i welcome you warmly, November.

ANDDDDDDDDDD I finally got to meet Regal...

He hops like a fox from one room to another, with such large hops for such short distances.

On another side note, burning my tongue for the third this week, was NOT cool, it hurts, one of the most unpleasant things. It just feels strange.

And this is something that's been on my mind for quite some time but what i thought was getting out of the cycle that's been circling itself for so long, happens to in fact be a bigger circle, surrounding that little circle, only adding on to that old cycle, and by now it seems impossible to get out of.

Feeling like a fly lost in this gigantic universe, or maybe it's not as gigantic as it seems... could it be, that what seems like such a larger and far space, actually stops at some place and some point? Is it possible to touch it if you reach far enough? Then what if i am stuck in that black web, or on that black wall? Well that's the question

12:28AM and I am already a zombie

I didn't realize that midterms week is this week...THIS week right now, already... I'm doing great with Advanced Type and I love it but, I haven't even started my internship journal at all. So now I sit here tired and hungry and just wanting to be focusing my eyes and brains on some sort of either inspiring or brain storming filmography, with a large mug of peach tea, under a thick blanket, but instead i have writing upon writing to catch up on and my eyes....they are just slowly drifting backwards with each second i pause to think.

I won't go whistling by your grave, if you don't go whistling in my mind

Welcome to a place where nightmares, are the best part of my day

Paper Ships, Paper Brainz

"I sailed on a ship of paper

And i sunk in the deep of your eyes

I got lost in your graveyard

Now i dream on a bed of knives

I found the maps to your maps

I lost the shores for you

And i'll never get back

Cause i'm a ghost ship on the blue

The birds are in the sky

Land's been gone for days

All you left was time

To find a solid grave

The earth is flat and dangerous

I grew out of my iron coat

With a banshee in a tunnel"

Whatever todays date is...book trade! Sleeping on the wrong side of the bed tonight for the first time in a very long while, just to clear that part of my brain that got left behind, i'm sorry i couldn't reach you earlier, buddy.

On the bright side of the Universe, there was finally OJ in my fridge in the garage, you're safe in bed with me for the night now, little one.

"And my shoes took me down a crooked path

away from all welcome mats

My worried shoes."

I want to build a home, i want a place to feel home.

I want to not be lost, i want to not feeling like the smallest creature on this enormous planet.

I want to know what to do, i want to not be a fool.

I want pies, and coffee, and sleep.

I still leave my phone on loud every night, just incase, i wouldn't want to miss anything, but i never do.

I want to fire a gun.

When all of your roses were mine...

I can't remember the last time i've felt so dry, completely drained and so confused.

It's a feeling that can only be put as words if one would only imagine being picked up by my hair and placed randomly in space being so clueless and nervous, and there it comes, the entire world just drops on me, from all the places the universe, it chose to drop in the one spot where i stood. And after somehow crawling out from underneath, i stay there powerless, as if everything inside of me stayed trapped under those weights, and it's just my body and it's useless. I'll recollect those little pieces back up from scratch, but goodbye is the saddest word.