so yeah, it's cold

i began writing this SUPER long post about autumn, the holiday season, and my current feelings/problems concerning my latest adventure aka staying home and enrolling in state school lol. but it was getting really long and intense, so if you're interested to hear about it, let me know and we can have a conversation or something [or i can post it. i guess.] haha.
yay for sweaters and warm things!
p.s. someone please rescue me from my reclusion/awkward social interactions/other strange routines

9/26/09:

school & stuff

as i embark on what may possibly be the most pointless quarter of my college career [lol], my creativity has been a bit subdued.
not to hate on my new fellow buckeyes, but from what i've experienced these last few days, the student body as a whole is rather uninspiring. obviously i'm not really in a position to pass a lot of judgment since it's only the second day of classes. i will say, though, that the guy sitting next to me in my latin american civilizations class didn't realize the map of mexico he was holding wasn't right side up; my math lecture today covered graphing a line, with a mention of the quadratic formula, but we mainly made a graph and looked at it, and looked at it; and i'm basically ahead of my entire english class because i happened to study one of the two novels for my writing class last semester.
but alas, it's only the first week. hopefully things get better, more exciting, and crazier [good crazy].
and i'm definitely going to work on my class choice for next quarter. hah.
it's been rainy the last few days. yay for relaxation and tea!

9/18/09: the sadness

i laid in the light and waited for my salvation. none came but an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, uselessness, a freedom within from the forces without. i enjoyed the pain, the stinging, scorching pain that reminded me i was human. my weakness manifested, my lies no more. i laid still and felt the warmth that ran from my eyelids down into the depth of my heart. the sheets soft, the light rigid. the house a filter. such nonsense, keeping my soul locked away. but it's all i can do to stop, to dull, to delay the sadness.

9/10/09: oh gosh, i missed this.

this releasing, unleashing, unusual aspiration - exhibition of self.
i can hear my heart beating, and it's lovely.
lightning in my eyes, electricity in my veins.
hyperactive blood flow, hypersensitive brain cells.

9/8/09: and i painted the sky with a brushstroke

summer is leaving us, but the sunsets are still phenomenal.

9/2/09: purple scarves and yellow tees [pt. 1?]

"i like books about drugs and insanity and outcasts and tortured love. can't ever forget the tortured love - it's what strings my life together."