It’s crazy how in love with my boyfriend I am.
He’s sleeping next to me and I looked over at his hands and couldn’t believe how beautiful I thought his fingers were. His fingers of all things! He’s so perfect.
Have a good day
We’ve always been told to tell people to have a good day. It’s polite. And most of the time it’s an empty rushed “have a good day” while you’ve already begun walking away. It doesn’t seem to mean anything at all most of the time. But you’d be surprised to know that sometimes those four little words can make a significant difference in someone’s day.
I’ve been in a bad place emotionally for a few days, and it seems that for that while, there have been people who’ve wished me a good day, a great day, and simply a better day. Whether or not it’s sincere I don’t know. But I do know that it makes me feel a little bit better about everything, especially because it feels like someone else cares.
So, have a good day, everybody!
Surrogate Mothers
You know that lesson we learn in psychology classes about humans and animals needing physical contact with another being to become and remain emotionally healthy? The experiment is along the lines of a baby chimp (or monkey - I don’t really know the difference) being in a room with two dummies holding bottles of milk. One is cold and metal, and the other is fuzzy. The monkey goes for the fuzzy monkey and stays there, obviously more comfortable than with the cold dead-like metal one.
I was reminded of this experiment today when I held my teddy bear. I’ve had him (Truffles) for 20 years, and whenever I need some comfort, he can provide it (assuming human contact is out of the question). I realized that everyone at one point or another has had a fuzzy buddy they go to for comfort, and not until today did I realize why. It’s because we’re like the little chimp. We’d rather have something fuzzy and kind of life-life than anything else.
Renaissance Poetry
Quick jot of thoughts -
In my French class we’ve been reading Renaissance poetry and so far, the only theme that I’ve found in it all is the meaninglessness of life. Basically what they say is that we are born to die, and that pleasures and problems, and everything that comes in life, is for nothing. In the end we wind up as the same thing - a muddy collection of bones underground. Some talk about how Paradise in the heavens is better than living on Earth and others say that we waste away and break like everything else in this life, with no hope of return or salvation.
Now I have all these weird ideas in my head about life and living. I can’t grasp them just yet, but there is some major stuff happening in my mind right now. I’ll let you know when I figure it out - if ever. Thought - What if my purpose in life is to figure out the meaning in life, and then at the end of the road figure out there was no meaning or purpose, and I just wasted away my years trying to find it. Oh fuck.
Climb into my mouth now
Kissing.
It’s a universal theme.
Everyone does it.
Everyone dreams of doing it.
Everyone lives to do it.
A life without kissing is a sad, dry life indeed.
There’s something about kissing.
Something secret, something intimate, something so incredibly sexy about kissing.
It starts with a look. A hungry look in the eyes.
It makes you catch your breath. Your heart starts to quicken.
You move closer, feeling them breathing warmth on your face.
Then your lips touch, and you release the breath you didn’t even realize was being held.
And you’re kissing. It’s wet, and it’s warm, and it’s a secret world of your mouths together. Pressed into each other.
Noses rubbing. Hands touching. Hearts racing.
Tongues glide along each other and lips are bitten.
It can last seconds.
It can last hours.
It’s a kiss, and it’s absolutely delicious.
Cleaning
I’m doing some cleaning. Some self cleaning. I wish it could be as easy as taking out the stuff inside of me, dusting it off, rearranging it, and/or getting rid of it. But it’s not. It’s a conscious process that involves me making an effort all the time to get the desired results. I’ve always just lived and been okay with the way that I’ve been, my flaws and everything. But now, I realize that although something is a part of you, it isn’t necessarily good. And you need to sometimes modify that part to suit you and everyone else better. I’m changing for the good of it, and I’m interested in seeing what comes out of this. Even if it’s going to be difficult at times.
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Random blog to keep me entertained since I think writing in my diary will just make me more anxious.
I’ve been out of class since 10:30.
Thought I didn’t have bio lab today because it was the first week back - might be mistaken.
Have finished all my homework for today AND tomorrow.
Don’t know what to do with my life as I nervously await the maybe arrival of my boyfriend.
Going. Nuts.
Omg.
Agh.
(Source: sugarngrapefruit, via delicatemouse)
Deep in the Heart of Texas
I’ve been to a lot of places.
All those places have had a sky and a shining sun.
It’s been nice in all those places.
However, no sky beats the bright blue sky of Texas. No sun beats the warmth of the Texas sun.
Blue skies and warm suns are what you’ll find deep in the heart of Texas!
Lingerie
Lately I’ve been in the mood for some lingerie that comes from somewhere other than generic Victoria’s Secret. I’ve also been in the mood for pin-up inspired retro lingerie.
This evening, having nothing else to do, I began my search. I found lots of websites and had my eye on many things. At last when I’d decided on a set that was as close to perfect as I could get for $45.00, I had this last thought to check etsy.com. On the second or so page of lingerie that I searched I found my piece! It was legitimately vintage from Harrod’s in England, light pink, lacey, and my size - all for $36.00!
I can’t believe I even debated it and questioned what I should get. I finally chose the one I found on Etsy, and now that I’m thinking about it…it was fate! The last store I randomly thought to check. The last available one. My size. As cheap as I could find. Real vintage.
:D
Needless to say, I’m extremely satisfied with my purchase.
jackiwi asked: ahaha no wonder there was a random like on a comment I made ages ago! It's cool :) Which friend was this?
lol exactly! yea i think it was alexandra or something. i felt like a top notch creep. thats what so cool/scary about facebook - you can look at people you dont konw from the complete opposite part of the world!
J’en veux plus etudier!!!!!!!!!!
Snow
It’s been snowing since 10 am this morning. I must say I love it.
For weeks before winter I dreaded the snow. Dreaded it! But now, looking at all the pristine white, the snow covered roofs, and the dancing snow flurries (they really do dance in the air before finally coming to the ground) I can’t believe I ever dreaded it. It seems half magical the way such weightless, tiny flurries can turn your world into a winter wonderland!
