blognormous

the only thing i'm consistent at is being unconsistent.

crpytic sentences and random words are all i've become
i've uncousicouly began properly blurring the lines of who i've beome, who i was, who i'm going to be *want to be* and such
it's almost as if its a loss of self, though i think i have a pretty good grip - who doesn't?
a night that could be well spent flys by wasted with failed attempts at the sleep required to make it through six equally dull classes in an eight hour day
the nights not going my way,
at 5:08 *i'm not happy about it*
and not much is making sense *though it never has before now*
a sleepless night spent productively *a day to be wasted*
and words that make no sense subconsciously pouring out.
thank goodness for fingers that can keep up with thoughts that go over the 35mph speed limits -thought this is to be expected.
street signs are only suggestions that we take for granted, not caring what is suggested because we've all become convinced our opinion is the one that matters.
maybe it's one two many nights spent this way,
but it's almost feeling like deja vu.
deja vu is such a waste of feeling- it's too similar to nostalgia for me;
you feel deja vu, you think back to when you last did this, nostalgia ensues.
because no matter how strong those feelings of nostalgia are,
once you push things past a certain point there's no going back to the way things were.

somehow despite an imminite future of a grueling repition in four hours for eight, i feel better.
monday through friday 'till summer '09.
hurry the fuck up.

Monday, April 13, 2009
5:01
Current mood: rushed
as strong as the feelings of nostalgia are,
once you push things too far there's no going back to the way things were.

learn it,
live it,
accept it.

Monday, April 13, 2009
prcrastination is
for those that are scared.

Can you tell my voice what it takes to gain the confidence I so obviously lack?

I've got the passion, the drive,
you've got the confidence.
Let's confide and we're set.

When you're so desperately seeking to make your dreams come true,
I think it's just as deadly a sin as any to let fear overcome you.

Riding with the cliche, "live as if it's your last day",
though I will say that's far from easy.
That is with the lights,
the crowd,
the pressure,
the lacking.

So as of today,
I'm going to do it.

Try is a waste of time,
the only thing to do is to 'go do'.

Practice makes better.
Perfection is dull.

Sunday, April 05, 2009
cryptics don't make sense unless you're the writer
Current mood: restless

i've been thinking and thinking and thinking
you've been talking and talking and talking
i've been doing and doing and doing

i'd say i was the more successful of the two

i'm overwhelmed already, not even fully re-submerged
i can feel everything coming back
i can feel the sleep fading
i can feel the repetition return

'repetition kills,' so said the master himself
the repetition is slowly eating at me and cutting me down
no words can make it seem logical
no syntax can make it make sense

you either feel it or you don't

i feel it in abundance

i wonder if there's anyway to be any more cryptic
(and just where does it get us)

is karma legit or is it something we create ourselves?