baila me

Its gotten so cold, that I cant see faces. Foreheads and noses and chins hide behind scarves and hats. We are just a bunch of walking cloths, with eyes. And I want to run up to someone and say “boo!” into what I think their ears are.

I think I am catching a cold. Last night I sounded like a sexy frog. I love that voice. The one of a starting cold is just so sexy. I feel like picking up a guitar [even though i dont know how to play] and just start strumming along to blues, with a cigerrette hanging off my fingers [i dont smoke].

I think I got upset at Liz last night. I was asking Andres whether he got a haircut, and he said no. And I said “ohhh, hat hair, right…” And Liz heard all this and yelled out “Andres may not have patience for you right now.” So apparently one has to have patience to be around Elina. *sigh*

Marina ate my cereal. You have no idea how angry this makes me. There is one thing that you can do to make me real pissed. Consume my breakfast foods. And this isnt the first time she has done this. She ate my oatmeal once. So now oatmeal resides in my room. I guess cereal will have too. “Im sorry, i didnt know it was yours,” she said so innocently in her voice. Did you ever remember buying it? Yeah, no, i didnt think so. I love marina to death but when she eats my Crispix, AH!

I ate her Cheerios yesterday. And I. Just. Dont. Want. Cheerios. They leave a funny taste in your mouth. And. You should never consume cereals youre not in the mood for. And the funny thing is, she also has Kix. And Id eat that but there is barely any left and Id feel bad finishing her cereal. See? As angry as i get, i may never doing anything truly hurtful. Maybe its because i know what it feels to wake up in the morning, and reach for your cereal box and have it not be there.

Yes. I am lamenting cereals. Shush.

Im tired of hearing bed squeaking and moaning next room over. Seriously. Its hard to study and I cant fall asleep to such noise. I mean, Im not disturbed by it like I was freshman year. Its sex whatever. But. Its. Just. Distracting. To hear such sounds.

I really want to take revenge and have sex of my own in the room. My bed is super sqeaky. It’ll be perfect. Too bad Im lacking the penis. Yeaahhh. I should post some ads. “Wanted. A guy. Take revenge on roomate. Willing to have loud sex.”

I just woke up and its almost 9am. I think I finally have permanent darkage under the eyes. Oy vey.

The worst fuck up happened a few days ago. My stats prof. sent an email to our ta, with our final. And instead he sent it to the ENTIRE class. We all have the final sitting in our inbox. The ta emailed a few minutes later trying to make it seem as if it was done on purpose. Yeah. No. You cant ever cover up such a huge fuck up. But. Oh. Poor prof. He now has to make up a whole new final.

I should be writing my thesis. I really should. Im semi scared to write it. Just cause. I did write a paragraph last night. And thats after pulling so much hair, i almost went bald. I also consumed plenty of tea and milano cookies and music.

I dont know how im going to write my thesis by tomorrow. It shall be a fun thing to see.

This morning I ate liz’s cereal. It is all fiber-y. Now i feel the need to run to the bathroom. Ugh. Did you know that stomachs are hazardous to studying? it is. Yesterday i spent like 20 mins running back and forth to the restroom.

Ive had a sort of melancholy inside me the last day or two. It is the possibility of impossibility of us. That worries me. It hurts. The impossibility.

I did a facial mask last night. And this morning i woke up and touched my face, and for some odd reason, I got fooled that my skin really is perfect. It has improved though. Could the big meds be kickin in? But I will always have scars. Can anyone love a woman with scars?

I live in a pond of books and papers right now.

I am addicted to cashmere. Seriously. I almost want to make my room cold, so I can wrap a scarf around me. I love the feeling of it next to my neck and my chin and cheeks. sometimes, I play around with it and it feels like im rubbing against a snuggly bear. Hmm. I dont know what snuggly bears feel like. But theyre snuggly, so i guess that says it all.

Im writing this entry because either a)im trying to wake my writing skills up so i can write my thesis or b)im just a big procrastinator. Which one would you say?

im listening to the gipsy kings. So good.

I guess i should move along to writing my thesis. Riiight.