Ramble

"i hope life is going well for you,
i see you're putting on the pounds
every little bit counts for you but you're still so beautiful in my eyes,
i don't know why,
i can't take you off this pedestal i've put you on,
with every try another failed attempt with every wish another miss"

my fatal flaw? My misimaginings. they put my head in a flurry, and my heart in my stomach.

I don't even dehumanize. As John Green puts it I "edward cullen-ize".

this isn't something that just sounds horrible; it truly is horrible.

I need to find new things to look forward to. soon.

My internal clock continues to make a mess, striking me with it's hands at the ungodly hour ofanythingbefore7:15 o'clock. I could deal with six. Six wasn't that bad. 5:45? unfavorable. 5:30?ughh. 5:00? Now I'm worried. why is this happening now? this week felt ominous enough, this surely isn't helping any. I'm ready for a new week.

Julia and I are going to see Slumdog Millionaire tonight, and I am highly anticipating it. Hopefully that will turn this blurry day around. I have a feeling this could be my annual one movie I see that I actually highly enjoy. Last year it was Juno, so it's got some stiff competition.