... I've been thinking about. Nothing else to report. I'm sressing about life, and contemplating graduate school, and life, and future plans, and relationships and money. I was looking at high school yearbooks yesterday. Can't I go back to those days? EDIT: I googled "dreams about teeth falling out" and this is what I found: -Anxiety or unresolved problem/Worries -Insecurity -Death of a relative ...
... kicked out, you know? I mean, who did that?” Spencer shrugged. He and Ryan had gone over it time and time again with no answer coming to mind. “You know, we could always check out your yearbooks at home when we get back. Have your mom pick him out,” Spencer suggested. “Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?” “Because you were too busy jerking off thinking about the real Brendon.” “...
... Sunday roast! Nothing like it in the galaxy. Mind you, I won't be cooking it. Never was worth much in the kitchen myself. Oh, I have to show you the old Academy! Wonder if I can find my old yearbooks. You think my hair is a sight these days..." She won't take his hand. "Rose. Please." It all begins to unravel. -- "I want it all! Why can't I have it?" There's the laugh again. Laced with ...
... potential, could've been so popular, and yet she was the extreme opposite of everything her looks promised. She seemed to have emerged out of no-where one day, though looking back through yearbooks we managed to locate a picture of some seniors making goofy faces outside the gym--in the background, leaning against the wall, a small thirteenish year old girl with braces and blonde hair looking at ...
.... went to this kickass japanese karaoke place that had velvet underground and joy division. 36. What were you voted in high school? nothin. people in the yearbook were the ones who made the yearbooks. song shuffle: Song 1: in particular- blonde redhead Is this your favorite song by that band/artist? definitely one of them Is there a certain part of the song that you absolutely love?i ...
... that isn't normally there, for effect. Sewing stuff. Vacuum cleaner. Clothes that need to be given away. Clothes that need to be put away. A billion bags. Dress dummy, chewbacca backpack, old yearbooks and D&D manuals and photo albums. Filing cabinet. Giant jar of pennies buried under purses. Old, very defunct pet gate. Many costumes. A currently-too-small wetsuit. More sewing stuff. ...
...s a duality to existence. There's a biological state to being Homo Sapien. 26 pairs of chromosomes. Firing synapses. Metabolic processes. Then there's the social component. Friendships. Romance. Empathy. Yearbooks. I'm kind of a mixed bag when it comes to being a social animal. Connecting with people. Staying connected with people. Navigating all those intricacies has for some reason never really...
... head or your heart? Uhm, wow. I guess it depends on the situation. I'm not very naive. Do you ever look back at your yearbooks? No, I hate yearbooks and I hated high school. Do you have any trophies? For figure skating. When you introduce yourself, do you give hand shakes? At like job things, then yes. ...
... lean, that warmth against warmth that I haven't felt in so long I make a thousand memories of things that have never happened and catalogue them, fold them up and give them names and tuck them into old yearbooks or souvenir teapots I fill my heart with these things until it's too big for my chest then I pull them out and lay them out one-by-one and stick them to the windows that face the fences ...
