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i am not even kidding about the right arrow key okay it is seriously getting on my nerves i mean come on! let me type in peace!

- m.

in a battle of my own.

Today marks the Final Battle of Hogwarts, the day Lord Voldemort fell and in commemoration, I drew the Deathly Hallows symbol at the back of my hand. Very pointlessly so, but yes. July 14th, baby! Beware of the floods; coming in cinemas near you.

Yeah, yeah. Harry Potter nerd, hands up high and proud.


Anyway, some friends took me out to lunch at Empire today, and I'm just... okay I miss everyone now :( But thank you, loves!  It's a good break for my eyes, from all the readings I have to do off the computer, but hohoh back to work now.

Oh, the price you pray for procrastinating.

Too bad I love the pressure.

I think the right key on my keyboard is broken.

Yeah well what I'm trying to say is: July, come at me bro.


- m.

expectations:

- m.

(Speak)

"I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closet is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them."

- Laurie Halse Anderson.

This is the starting point –

are you with me?

Semester 3 promises some heavy workload, and I'm probably the only one cheering about this. Even if my time management skills are close to nada, and at the end of the day I'll most probably end up cussing up a storm (hello, Twitter! What good are you if not for spontaneous ranting). This could prove fruitful. Sure, what's another challenge without another handful of "what on earth have I gotten myself into ye gods," moments. But to RT @Lord_Voldemort7, "If everything is under control, you are going too slow."

So. Yeah.

Pushing boundaries, woo!

And no I'm not just saying this to stop myself from freaking out about having to find and read a hundred different journals and books for the research paper that takes up 40% of my entire grade in ECS3 but homaigawd who am I kidding this is scary and to think that every subject that I'm going to take when I get into degree will require me to do this exact thing except probably a 100 times more intense what what what okay.

Happy Friday!


- m.

Just thinking.

I want to say, "yay! I've finished my 30 days challenge!" but the truth is I'm not, really. I have, but—not when it sticks by so close that I breathe out the words I wrote weeks after still. It's going to haunt me, now that it's out in the open. 30 days ago, I didn't know what I signed up for.

I want to say, "I've learned something new from this," but I haven't, not really, no. It's all the things I already know. Things buried too many layers too deep that I'm not fond of visiting cause it hurts too much. Knowing what I know; knowing what I shouldn't know. It's there, I just don't dwell on it. Usually. In the day, when it's bright and open and everyone can see. But then I did. It's a good thing to finally let it go, I guess? But is that what it is? Closure? No, not when it only involves one party. Me. It's not closure if you don't know how I feel. If I don't know how you feel about what I feel. I should send them, but I will not. God knows I haven't the guts.


I'm sorry if I'm just going to turn this around back to me. It's not that I think The World revolves around me, I just feel like My World should. I shouldn't care about someone who don't. Make someone my number one when I'm not.

Yet I've never learned, have I?


- m.

Hullo, March.

The phrase "I AM SCREAMING." can define my week. I can't. I just. Minute 21:34 to 23:50 of The French Mistake will never not be funny, ever. Oh, god.

I'm also participating in the 30 Day Letter Challenge. I might post them up, but given my track record for everything else recently, I just might not. This is scary hard though. Alexithymia tends to kick in as I write.

Also, I liked how RDJ and Jude Law eyed each other up colour coded at the Oscars.

That is all.

Oh yeah, I'm a day or so late, but Weasley is our King. It's not possible for me to finish Go Ask Alice in one go. And I still cried the third time I watched The Social Network. I can't even—

I need to sleep.

- m.