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If  it’s just a game, then I like the way that we play.

Extreme migraine right now. Cannot. Function. Properly. But.. gah. So many things left to do!

  • ComArts Thesis Paper (bibliography)
  • Read a bit for a Social Long Test
  • Actually get to SAVE the video (ugh… for days on end I’ve been trying, I swear.)
  • Do the c-‘s
  • Practice/sleep

I think there’s something else… but, gah. Life.

On the other hand, the whole week’s starting off with hints of suicide/self-injury/death (but more on suicide) everywhere. Like, seriously.

  1. GLEE (On My Way) DAMMIT. ;_____;
  2. Dogs/insects/whales/horses committing suicide.
  3. Dogs jumping off a bridge. That same bridge. AND they’d climb up and jump again if they survive the fall.
  4. Soldiers in the WWI/Great War committing self-injury/suicide because they don’t want to fight.
  5. Social book- Genocides, suttee, suicide of Clive.
  6. Smells of formaldehyde/gas/etc.
  7. Little chicks nearing their death in the hands of small, clueless children.
  8. News of self-injury from someone.
  9. SPOILER ALERT Huli and Simoun killing theirselves (like, wtf)
  10. Radio clock = 9:11, just before mom turned the clock off because it was annoyingly blinking.
  11. Stupid migraine.

Well, there. Now off to do the first thing on the list (thesis paper finishing)

Oh! And I saw my big sis today. Got to hug her. I missed her. And her hugs. 😦 🙂

I shall stop procrastinating now.

When we were in love, things were better than they are.

I try to count the stars tonight.

Too many of them seem to have appeared.

But wait-

where’s my moon?

Did all the bright stars scare him away?

Or maybe he’s at the other side,

just blocking my view of the bluer sky.

But alas,

there is a wall that is blocking my view

of what I suppose is a paler moon.

You remind me of wrought iron-

Your taste and your appeal,

scraping me when I try

to smile. You’re tolerable,

though. They scare me.

They tell me you’ll hurt me.

Tomorrow, I would never

feel free- Until then,

you’ll be molding me.

The pain would not scare me-

You’d be perfecting me.

And once you’re gone,

I’ll be better, finer.