getoutgetoutgetoutgetout of my heeeaaad >_<
No more dreams about you, please. No more Me Sessions with you in it, please. No more scribblings of you, please. No more no more no more--
Monday, January 31, 2011
What Ever Could I Be Talking About This Time?
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Dream #3498048653
- I'm at school again--but which school? Picture this: Middlebury exterior with Rockmart High interior. Weird, I know.
- I'm with a group of friends and family, mostly family. What the hell is cousin Andrew doing here?
- And why am I following them? Why are they even at the school? Oh yeah, some kind of event. Event, event, event...
- Now the scene changes--what's this? We're at an amusement park of some kind. There are teacup rides and a ferris wheel and rollercoasters. Ooh, lookit, a swinging ship.
- I'm lost, crap. I'm lost at an amusement park. Somebody help meeeeeee T_T
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I was under the weather yesterday. Fever chills without the actual fever. Perhaps this faux-illness explains the extra dose of loopy in my dream last night.
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
Frenemies (But Not Really)
I don't want to listen to your stories. I don't want to hear about your latest sexual exploits or who you've been eyeing or who's been eyeing you. I don't want to know about all the fun you've been having. Just don't tell me anything.
I don't want ti have anything to do with your exciting college life and your exciting college hijinks. All this listening does is to remind me of what I've lost.
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Monday, January 17, 2011
Maybe I Should Re-Purpose This Blog
After all, most of my posts that are over 50 words nowadays describe the crazy-ass dreams I have. Unfortunately I don't get to this site in time to accurately recap every single one so I've been posting here actually only comprises about 60% of my REM activities. Wacky, I know. And thus, once again, a recap/mash-up of *2* dreams:
- Daniel is there again. Stop fucking showing up Daniel. No, Subconscious-Esa, Dan and I are not going to get back together, EVER. Stop it.
- I'm having my palm and cards read. At this beachfront house-looking thing. Who the hell are all these people? Do I even know them in real life?
- Dad? What the frack--okay that's it. No more staying up late for you, Esa.
Stay tuned for more @_@
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
3:32 PM
Someday I'll write all about this four-year period known as College and not these semi-cryptic, wangsty, vague updates on my life that are 1-3 sentences in length.
I wonder when I can.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Silly Rabbit
Tricks are for kids, and Middlebury is for people who turn in things on time.
I'll stop fooling myself. I'll stay home for another semester.
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
24/7
It's gotten worse since the beginning of winter break. You occupy every free second I have to myself, and all it takes is the thought of your fingers on the back of my neck (or any of the other million things you did to me that night) before I fight to keep my hand from wandering south. You make an appearance (brief or not) in at least half of my dreams now. Whether or not this constant lust for you is healthy no longer matters. I gave up trying to forget you a long time ago.
This won't be a long post. How much more could I elaborate on the night we spent in my room? How much more could I describe the ways in which you drew sigh after sigh--shudder after shudder--from me? I think about all these tiny details, and I instantly lose myself in carnal reverie until someone or something snaps me out of it. No one should ever know how much I have regretted not going all the way with you. No one could ever know how vividly you made me felt throughout the entire experience.
I don't know if I'll see you again. But I'll remember.
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Monday, January 3, 2011
Resolutions
Resolutions are silly. I stopped making them in high school. The only things I have that even remotely relate to Resolutions would be:
- my continued routine of 25 sit-ups a day (with additional stretching exercises and sit-ups)
- the slow, agonizing process of learning to cook
- occasionally looking at all of my unfinished fanfics and original works in my laptop
- sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsex and have I mentioned SEX?
- and of course the unspoken end-goal that has only recently arisen in these past six months
So you see, I don't have New Year's Resolutions. I have Ongoing Resolutions From New Years' (Long) Past. There's no point right now in adding more so I'll just leave this already-difficult list at that.
I have no idea what will happen this year, but I'm glad as fuck 2010 is over--despite the intense highs (in every sense of the word) I had in that year.
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