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I can has hormonal balance?
Mmm, nekkid Paul Bettany is so full of win! I love him as Chaucer...
I am avoiding all of the following:
- calling Nay-nay back
- answering my ex's FB message (I don't know why, I just feel weird talking to him and, well, all of my HS buddies. Why the HELL does anyone want to catch up and reminisce anyway? God, I am SO whiny...)
- studying for the GRE (bah!)
- applying to a couple of colleges (bah! also)
Sometimes I feel like life has taught me so much and other times I feel like I haven't learned a damned thing. Tonight I am leaning more towards the latter.
If anyone needs me, I will be hiding under the covers, sniveling.
Song
You're wondering if I'm lonely:
OK then, yes, I'm lonely
as a plane rides lonely and level
on its radio beam, aiming
across the Rockies
for the blue-strung aisles
of an airfield on the ocean.
You want to ask, am I lonely?
Well, of course, lonely
as a woman driving across country
day after day, leaving behind
mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely
If I'm lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawns' first cold breath on the city
of being the one awake
in a house wrapped in sleep
If I'm lonely
it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it's neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning
- Adrienne Rich