love letter.

love letter to inspiration.
you are the warm breeze that tickles my nose, upon my first step onto the balcony. you are the evanescent lingering aroma that the fresh navel orange leaves on my breath. so delicious, peculiar and yet refreshing.you sound like lovingly stroked black keys…
you know that floating feeling that fills your lungs with air and your heart with joy, and makes you feel like you almost can't breathe and has you speaking in short spurts in a low sultry tone. that aura, that excitement that is unlike any other, that is you.
    you are the feeling that comes only randomly, you cannot be clocked, planned or forced. you are the beautiful rainbow that arises from the rain fall. forever mine, i cherish the moments we have together. and lust after you when you disappear.

the world around me.

i knew you were beautiful ever since i heard your smile.

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So legitly done nothing for the last three days. Sigh. I wish i knew how to study. But i feel like i get loadssss of cool ideas whenever i have important shit to do. Faaaccck.

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good morning.

The moscato's all gone. Now I have nothing to drink for breakfast.
GREAT.

i guess ill study now.. seeing as how the test is tomorrow…..
bravo nia.

babble

so i never finished writing about spring break. it was awesome. maybe one day ill post pictures.  idk.. im bad with completion.

i think theres a fat girl living inside of me.  the other day for an hour i googled asian pastries, trying to find that certain bing and bun i tasted in tenth grade in the village in nyc on my nyu visit.


 anyway. im trying to convince myself to study. its not working. school is about as exciting as swimming in cement. not cool.
at this current moment im in between a rock and a hard place.  i cant decide n whether or not i should go to publix to get food to cook even though im not that ungry, paint , or study for eco.  the first two are good ideas. i think.


im just really tired and in a warped state of mind right now.  gainesville literally bores me to tears as well as school.   i hate my job but i need money and it tears at my heart doing something i so passionately dislike.  im annoyed right now.

im annoyed that boston is losing to the knicks as we speak.  so annoyed that i refuse to watch the game.  im annoyed that i lack any sense of motivation to study for this foreign language called economics.  im annoyed that my refrigerator is for the most part sparse and my wallet for the most part is empty. im annoyed that my laundry isnt folded and no one is going to do it for me.  im annoyed that i had to come back from spring break, which is probably the reason why i havent written about it, for fear that the remembrances will cause me to suffer from heavy withdrawal symptoms.   im annoyed that my iphone has a bubble on the screen case. im annoyed that i have an extensive vocabulary and yet can barely ever beat anyone in words with friends.  im annoyed that i have to be put in situations where people disregard my intelligence and play me for a fool.   im annoyed that i can sit here and write an essay about annoyance and yet cant move myself to do anything that is academically required.  im probably the worst student youll never meet.