February 2010
31 posts
“I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to...”
– Matt Nathanson “Come On Get Higher”
January 2010
29 posts
these past two days have made me realize how much...
i think i’m getting the home-sickness i should’ve gotten 4 months ago. my mom is the best mommy ever :) and my doggy max<3
a real boyfriend
heartsandhopes:
Don’t care if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend right now. I don’t care if you are a guy or a woman . Just read this, it will make a difference. If only everyone could see this and understand it. When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tough Kiss her and tell her you love her When she’s quiet Ask her whats wrong When she ignores you Give her your attention When...
home sweet home
you don’t realize how much you miss home until you’re put in a situation where you unable to go home as often as you want.
i love my mommy. thanks for taking care of me while i am sick.
fuckyeahhlove:
Here In Your Arms -...
Suck it up.
It’s only Monday, and this week is already hard. I’m up at 3:23 am studying the math that I should’ve been studying since 8 pm. The cold air has given me a sore throat and who knows what else will happen due to lack of sleep. I know I shouldn’t be complaining, so I will stop. I told myself early this quarter to just suck it up and stubbornly face this quarter with...
Dislike;
midterm week + sore throat = fml.
Laundry
I used to hate folding laundry. I’d always groan and try to get out of it whenever my mom handed me a basket of clean clothing. It was a chore that I hated to have to do.
But coming into college, laundry’s become something that I look forward to. I know, weird right? Yeah, there’s the handfuls of quarters that it sucks up every time I do my laundry, but the thought of a warm...
Valentine
Mom: So since this year your valentine won't be here, you want to come home and spend it with me and Max? :)
Mom: I'll even give you a red envelope!
sigh. i miss home : (
“And in the end, the love you take
is equal to the love you make.”
– Beatles “The End”
even though i can’t understand this song, it...
i just want to get through this quarter without...
but it’s only week 3 and i’m already scared
it's cold and i want to sleep
brace yourself
why do i have such a bad feeling about these upcoming weeks? i feel slightly behind in my studies, which is what tomorrow will be for, but i feel like i’m setting myself up for an anxiety attack that’s buried deep deep down right now, ready to erupt at any random moment. i’m so worried for midterms that are coming up in a week and a half, and i feel like there are so much more...
I'm dowwwwnnnnnn
It’s galaxies bitch.
Hahahahahahaah
I was trying not to get too attached so I wouldn't...
(via runawaytrain)
just the beginning
this past week has been so long. i feel like i’ve been @ ucla for over a month already yet it’s only been exactly a week. every day this week has been spent with pledge sisters & pledge bros, bitching and complaining, and eating and laughing. it’s been tiring and frustrating, but it’s okay. it may just be the start of what may be the hardest quarter of our academic...
just sitting
first day of classes were alright today, not exciting, but not unpleasant. i’m extremely happy with my new math professor, significantly better than my fail of last quarter’s professor. the physics lecture room is renovated and pretty enough to distract me from the monotonous voice of professor gekelman. and all of my classes have someone that i know and i like :) so far, pretty good....
“I hope that you hear
all the secret things my eyes
are saying to you.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) (via quote-book)
first day of winter quarter
bring it on.
new year, new blog
yeahhs. i jumped on the bandwagon and got a tumblr. sorry xanga, but you were getting tiresome and dull, and the simplicity and just plain beauty of tumblr has caught my attention. i needed a new blog to write on, unafraid of writing what i feel, and not caring who read my page. this year i need to focus on just myself, figure out what i need to do to feel satisfied and not so much the constant...