not bad for not working out in forever. the last time i worked out was probably thanksgiving, but that was only one day. it’s funny to think how i used to run 6-8 miles everyday during winter and spring track in high school. i miss being able to run for that long. but i’m not complaining about today. i ran my problems away, and i feel like i cleared my mind.
i honestly love you. you’re the best sister i could ever ask for. thank you for being there for me. you truly show me the meaning of unconditional love. no matter how much i fuck up, you’re always there for me. no matter what. you never ever judged me, and i thank you for that.
last night, you stayed with me on the phone while driving home. i was crying hysterically, but you kept saying, “it’s okay.” those two words gave me so much hope, you don’t even know. you kept me calm because you wanted me to get home safely. you stayed in the living room and waited for me until i got home. i finally got home, and you baked me “feel better cookies.” snickerdoodles. my favorite. you let me cry on your shoulder. you hugged me until i felt safe. you listened to me, instead of lecturing me. i can’t thank you enough, and please remember i’m always here for you too. i love you.
(via kylabear)
this is christmas eve! a day of loungin’ with the fam, givin’, and nommin’.
ATTENTION, ATTENTION!
due to my recent blossoming interest in positively critiquing the things i watch, i have decided to make a blog dedicated solely to recommending to everyone new, positive discoveries that enter my life. it’ll be more than movies- it’ll encompass anything and everything, from restaurants to cities to fucking chewing gum.
i have copied my last 4 ‘lips reviews’ from this blog onto that one, just to have something right away.
follow and enjoy! :)
Take the first sentence (or two) from the first non-meme entry of each month and put them together in a post.
from lj:
january: I honestly wish I could do something right for once. I wish I could do something I’m proud of.
february: ugh, school makes me sad. the end.
march: today’s the usual lazy sunday, where I just chill out from my crazy weekend, do my homework, and do my big pile of laundry.
april: senioritis has kicked in. seniors dressed in pj’s today. :)
may: yay, I just got out of work today! i’m so happy because you have no idea how much I was dreading to go to work
june-august: nothing. i didn’t blog at all. :(
september: goals: become more knowledgable (read, watch the news, know history of advertising, know artists), sacrifice, get straight A’s.
from tumblr:
october: ask me anything.
november: so tumblr is where it’s at now, huh?
december: happy 27 months ankit!
since i wasn’t really friends with people i knew in real life on lj, and i could make entries just friends only, i was able to write things more freely without having to worry about who’s reading it. i just spent my morning reading my old entries on lj. i noticed i barely posted pictures, and i simply spilled out my feelings into sentences. it was just more personal than tumblr, ya know? i used my livejournal as an outlet to document my days, good and bad, and i don’t feel the same about tumblr. i just want to post my feelings and don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. lately, i’ve been uninspired with words lately, or maybe life is too boring right now? i don’t know. i’m gonna stop now because i don’t think i’m making sense.
i wonder what he’s really saying if it was translated into english, but it’s quite amazing how humans can communicate with animals simply through body language. i can tell when my cat’s loving by the way he cuddles up next to me in a ball while i sleep. i can tell when he wants to play by the way he falls to the ground on his back. i can tell when he wants to go out of my room by the way he sits by the door and looks at me. i can tell when he is in “attack mode” by the way his ears go back, and he crouches down and wiggles his behind. i can when he is curious by the way he sniffs new things laying around my house. i can tell when he’s happy by the way he purrs and rubs his head against me. “actions speak louder than words” holds true in this case. well, because there are no words involved.
that ankit and i remind him of lily and marshall from the show, “how I met your mother.” haha, is that a good thing?
It’s like “feeling alone in a crowded room” on a whole different level. I’m upset, I’m sad, I’m depressed. I feel worthless and disappointed. So many things, way too many things, going on in my head right now. Fuck, it’s only 5pm. On top of all that, I’m scared. I’m alone. Mehrong keeps fuckin’ barking and running back and forth in the hallway. The shadow of the jackets on the clothing rack form the shape of a man. What a fuckin’ coincidence. I hate scary movies. I hate being scared. I hate being alone and I think I like you. I think I need to make a physical disappearance for a while. I want to go home. Home, where the heart is. Well, I guess that’s the problem. I’m “home”-less.
your writing style reminds me of chuck palahniuk’s.
what are you up to tonight?
and the snow isn’t helping!
