New blogs.

They're here.

I know you've ALL been waiting for them.

(All you and your invisibilities and stuff)

And it doesn't matter if I make any sense...because there is a blog here:

Media Coquette

And here:

Upon Student Writing

And here.

(The one you're at.)

I'm not sure what I'll do with this one, but I'll pick a boring day in summer to think about it, considering right now constitutes the end of Day 1 of the 48 Film Festival.

It went great.

I will post the video on my new blog. (not the one about writing, but the one about media).

Gotcha huh? (With that "new blog" link. Why'd you even click that? lol.)

So this is the beginning of the end of my posts here...not like I've been posting much anywayz, because I've been busy watching the final episodes of lost on Netflix.

Betcha thought I was going to say that I was doing something more important. ...but I wasn't, I wasn't doing something more important.

I'm....

going to make a new blog.

Osama Bin Laden.

Ok, so he's dead, now what?

The better issue being how so many are readily apt to jump on the bandwagon of murderous exaltation via their facebook statuses. Really people, what are we doing?

My personal fav...

"two bushes and clinton and finally we get a black president and bin ladin is gone IM PROUD TO BE BLACK"

Really. wtf.

Cat lover.

Today

him: why cant i just say F*** DATING HUMANS and just marry my cat..?

me: Because the sex would be unenjoyable.

him: at least i wont have to put up with redundant ass conversations.....

me: But again: unenjoyable sex. Plus, there's something about licking oneself repeatedly that should bother you.

him: * sigh * im still gonna consider it...

*** is offline.

Bwahahaha.

:)

Dragging.

So, once I saw this wonderfully horrible movie. It was about the post-civil war South and how it basically sucked hot monkey balls for African Americans down there, back then (not that its all fixed now, but there is a significant decrease in lynchings since then).

Any who, at some point (and this is in the least form of explicit detail that I can put it in), someone is being dragged across the ground. Now, every time I think of the word "dragging," because I associate "drag" with dressing up as the opposite gender, I think of this image. Horrible isn't it?

So, I am standing here (yep, standing) trying to write a post about how I've been dragging myself through my classes, jobs, relationships, for a little while now... a little while too long.

Note:

an ellipses [...] actually has spaces in between the dots,

and before, and after, the ellipses itself.

But, yeah. I. Am. Exhausted. I never thought it would be so hard to make it through a busy day, but it gets harder when you realize that said day ends at 10:30pm, and that you have easily four hours of homework to do to make it through your very small close encounter with the professor classes.

So, I've been dragging myself through it. I have strapped my mind to the truck of graduation, and have been dragging it through the academic dusty dirt road.

And I have 4 more weeks left til summer.
It feels like an eternity.
An eternity compacted into 30 days.

I'm changing the name of my blog, again.

I guess I should copy the current one here, so that if anyone ever visits this thing and refers to this post, it'll make sense. So...currently, the name is

éclaircir de l'eau

....Effervescent, formless, water. There is sanity in fluidity.

Hindsight: What a horrible attempt at being a hipster.

I guess I thought that I was being clever. Like, oo, my blog should be named clear water in french so that I can pretend that I'm some elitist and no one will understand what is means, but it means clarity, so that's kind of ironic that the meaning in somehow unclear.

I am unclear.

And then the tagline: Effervescent formless water. There is sanity in fluidity.

I honestly don't think that I always know what effervescent means. It's definitely a build-up word. There's not much build up there though.

And I don't know if there's sanity within fluidity. Although, I'm not very fluid, and I do feel a bit insane, doesn't prove the opposite is true.

So the new name: Dipping.

Clever, right?

Well, I got it from a short play I'm writing about suicide, and how undetectable it is. I named the play, dipping.

Morbid, huh?

Well, we're all kind of dipping...in and out of all our emotions, our passions, everything we do. We're all these swinging pendulums and we're back and forth. No one's every really certain of anything, and at the same time them uncertain, completely.

So, dipping.

Plus, I couldn't get away from being "philosophical" about it, and the face that this blog has no specific purpose or path. Being that the blog is random, I don't want a definitive name. I want something ambiguous, something that can move as I do, something fluid. (Although I'm currently not very fluid).

So, Dipping.

As we all are.

Now, as you were.

exhausted, verb.

I.

Meditation.

I am afraid to meditate because I feel that I will waste my imaginary meditation time by cheating, and instead, organizing my day.

I'm an infidel to meditation and we haven't even dated yet.

Meditation and I will have an open relationship, only, she won't know it.

Distraction.

In the way of David Levithan, who wrote The Lover's Dictionary:

distraction, noun.

I thought that we could be something memorable, but I know

it will pass. Time is a sacrifice. I never had it to begin with.

You are stealing it from somewhere else. I wonder how far

behind that will put me. Right now, it doesn't matter.

Later, it will.

I sat alone today and got to thinking....

Broken.

So I read this quote on a tumblr blog:

"It's so funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love,

while at the back of our minds,

we know that the person we truly love,

will always be an exception."

Maybe if that person's un-qualifications weren't overlooked, they wouldn't have to remain at the back of our minds.

They would've never been there in the first place.

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Rolling in the Deep - Adele