...Solitary...

miles to go before i sleep
dreamed alone at 1:41 a.m. on 2007-09-22

i think now i understand what you meant in the past and why you believed that. it does make sense, albeit heartlessly so. what i never knew was how painful a realisation it was. but it can't be that uncommon. plath herself wrote it in the bell jar. and when i saw that line it resonated so loudly i wondered if maybe it was a knock against my own personal bell jar.

bell jars. it conjures up such cute images in my head. i think we do all exist in bell jars. alright maybe not bell jars. jars. glass. and if you want to breathe the fresh air you have to find some way to shatter that glass. but new layers form all the time. sometimes it doesnt seem worth the effort. sometimes after you get a taste of fresh air all you want, all you know, is the stale but familiar air within your personal little bubble.

i dont even know what im talking about anymore

nevermind. on to prosaic stuff.

memo is killing me slowly i refuse to sleep at 4am again this time. my ability to write decent english seems to have deserted me along with my extremest emotions. i look at what i've written and cringe. how could they have allowed me to take humans. i should drag out my old econs s 'd' papers to remind myself how to write concisely but fluidly. and to remind myself that if even grumpy old men can give good grades, what more a sweet young lady right

icing on sunday yay!

you're still my favouritest you know (= even if i am an idiot alot of the time. haha. sorry.

im so glad i actually enjoy torts tutorials haha i wish all my tutors were like that. i told trix he was like rolly+reeves but vulgar. delightful randomness.

watched phones never beep/ring.

im still trying to slash words from my memo. as i told trix, this is so familiar haha it feels like for the rest of my life i will be cutting things up to fit word counts. die.

there are some people i just love so much because i can say exactly what i think and they will know what i mean and never get -.-ed by it. haha. crap so evil.

the woods are lovely dark and deep
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep

- stopping by woods on a snowy evening, Frost

damn memos.