Monday, February 7, 2011

"The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to realize one's own perfection, to make one's every dream a reality. Even this is possible."

---Oscar Wilde


Well I had my "study date." What an idiot I was to ask if she wanted to write papers together! Not all that much conversation. But it wasn't exactly an interactive thing we were engaged in. Well obviously I'm not giving up! We had so much fun together for the group project! We can hit our stride again.

At least I made her laugh today. I just HAD to see those simples! She's sooooooooooooo adorable! And her perfume smells so fucking good, and I usually HATE the smell of perfume! It usually gives me a migraine.

She's so sexaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't even handle it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Although she is a few sandwiches short of a picnic, she is so sweet and thoughtful and I am just fucking smitten! And it feels great.

I did not get bad anxiety about this study session. Not one bit. I was a smidge nervous but that's normal. No puking my guts out or anything though.

Not EVEN CLOSE! I felt great!

And I feel great. If this doesn't work out, oh well, just delaying gratification. I believe when the right moment comes it will happen. And it will be worth the wait hopefully!

So I posted my poem on Yahoo Answers to get some opinions and I've gotten some glowing comments:


Answers (2)

 
  • I.. FREAKIN' LOVE IT!
    • 0Rating: Good Answer
    • 1Rating: Bad Answer
    Sorry, you must be Level 2 to rate
  • It's dark and tragic but oh, so beautiful. Reminds me of some decaying life. Wilting flowers. Really, stunningly good.
    Mind-blowing.
    I admit, though, I thought when i flicked through it: Oh, gosh. Looks like someone's swallowed a thesaurus and just regurgitated a poem, but you used your synonyms sparse and effectively.

    Write more!

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