Mmmmm.

After a giant caramel sundae (courtesy of my awesome dad who went out to buy ice cream by the gallon from a grocery for my mother and then ice cream from McDonald's for me--hmm, I should that for my best friend eventually), I think I shall survive the night.

*Rewrite Bio notes.
*Practice Math.
*Wake up at 6.

Four more tests!

P.S. Why I was reading the wrong chapter for my Social Science long test last night.

As a side note, advice I shouldn't forget. :)

Anonymous asked:
Ate xxxx! Haha, I just want to say you're so pretty and awesome, and I look up to you as an Ate. :) I wanna be like you--you're so accomplished. :-j

OH WOW. Kiligs hehehe, thank you. :”> Good to know what I do inspires people in some small way. :) Whatever you wanna do in life, go for it!!

Book List.

1.) Lolita-I have wanted this book for ages.....but I can't find it. And when I do find it, I find that it is something my relatives won't buy me. My curiosity is not satiated. At the very least, I want to read anything by Nabokov.

2.) Any book by David Sedaris except for "Me Talk Pretty One Day". My gosh, he's amazing. So witty. One of the few authors whose books I can read over, and over, and over again.

3.) War and Peace- Taking a shot at more Tolstoy after Anna Karenina.

4.) Lost in Time- Call it a guilty pleasure.

...Cravings.

You know what? After this incredibly....eventful year, I think I deserve to eat whatever I want this Christmas break. Food. Proper food. 

All photos are not mine. Wish the contents were, though.

If it's not perfect, it's good. It's real. :)

Obviously, Blair's afraid that she's just the rebound, the salve to the raw wound to Dan's infatuation with Serena. But he's worth the risk, he is.

A letter, unsent.

dear you (whoever you may be and however i shall have you),

I long to feel your tiny hand curling around my little finger, as that rush and burble of love surrounds my heart. I long to kiss your soft skin, coaxing a laugh from your wide eyes, and fragile face. It won't be easy, love. I won't be the perfect mother. And I know there will be days when I'm spent and on edge--but there'll be moments ( unfolding themselves all the time) where my heart beats gently, and yet almost fit to burst at the bundle of love that I (and the one I love, and love still) have made together.

You are his, and you are mine, and you are his and mine. But most importantly,you are yours. And that is the best thing I can teach you, my love. To be yourself. And if I shall do this, then whatever else I teach you matters a little less than this.

||

As a note of sorts. I'm young, and I'm pretty sure I won't be sending this for another ..15? years yet.

It never rains, but it pours.

I want to write. I honestly want to write.
(Indeed, I actually feel like writing right now, and not because I am required to, or I was asked to or anything of the sort. I really, really just want to. )
It happens, sometimes. The words just tumble out of my head, and I really, really have to have them out. 
So. This blog is just a note of sorts. To remind me that I should write. Just because I want to. Just because it's sort of what I am.


Required Things to Write (Finish by Monday!)
a.) Les Mis script
b.) Datmouth peer recom form


Things I Want to Write
a.) fictional work on escaping disease and herding children somewhere (Ironic how my ideas sound so un-eloquent in their basest form. Actually. Not ironic.)
b.) pastoral-ish sort of something except it's something from the former lover to the current lover
c.)  non-fiction work about CreW or Sir Arghs or both and
d.) non-fiction work about the people who helped me realize I want to write (not as a profession, but as a passion)
e.) a poem (because i find one everyday in my best friend)
f.) See first postscript.
g.) last but definitely not the least--the collaboration with my best friend 

a link of sorts, so i won't forget 

p:s: theoretically. i HAve better sense of: punctuatioN and caPitalization; than this, 

P.P.S. One of my previous blog posts stated a "constant sense of fulfillment." That should have  been a "constant sense of ue.nfulfillment." Perhaps the typo was meant to be.


P.P.P.S. Back to work now! School > writing.