[brackets of pleasure]

[A rapping witch]

[A boy named after a cheese]

[Apologies]

[Pancakes]

[Candy]

[Cute children in halloween costumes]

[Mail finally getting here]

[Packaging peanuts]

[Stealing and killing kittens in ethics]

[Indie webcomics]

[Beautiful weather]

...have made this day a very pleasant one.


good moods are wonderful.


Happy Halloween everyone!

Until Later,

Sondra

*sigh*

"The more I see of the world, the less inclined I am to think well of it."

I know I haven't updated in a while, life has a nasty habit of keeping me too busy to update. Or if I did have time, I couldn't think of anything to write.

I'm finding myself truly frustrated with people. People who I don't think love themselves much and so decide to go drink too much.

It's not fair, and it makes me sad. Truly intelligent, loving, fun people who think their better off forgetting their nights.

It's not that I'm against drinking. I might come off that way, but I don't think I am. It's when people start to abuse it. When I expect that 3 a.m. phone call or visit. That's when I get upset.

I hate... when I can't fix things. When I know that all I can do is listen. That I can't make things better right away.

I hate it when I feel so goddamned obligated sometimes. That I have to try and help, that I can't just stand by and watch.

The worst problems are the ones you experience indirectly. You get to see exactly what is going on and you can't do one goddamned thing about it.

Right now I seriously doubt I'll ever feel as happy here as I did back home with friends. I know thats a lie, but it sure feels true.

There should be a word for the emotion that is: angry/sad/disapointed/used/frustrated/amused/irritated/resentful/hopeless/powerless.


I just realized how drastically different things were a little more than three months ago. Insanely different. I should get back to that. When the little things in life were more important.

Until Later,

Sondra

oh yes it is!

My dorm room is so cleeeeeeaaaaaaaan!

I can see the floor! We have a floor!

Now to pick up a broom of sorts. My crap is picked up, but the floor is a bit discusting.


Then again, college and trash on the floor seem a bit inextricable.

It's amazing how cleaning your room and chatting on the phone a bit with an old friend can improve one's mood. I'm coming home this Friday. This is awesome. Again, I will make every attempt to see everyone, but no promises.

Ethics class keeps on getting better and better. I come back from class every day with at least three questions buzzing around in my brain, hardly being able to wait for the next discussion. There was actually a pretty funny conversation with a friend's mom about a month ago. It went something like this:

friend's mom: "So Sondra, what is your major?"

me: "Oh, well, Undecided, but I'm in the Liberal Arts school. I didn't want to declare anything because I figured I'd change my mind ten times over before junior year. I'm probably going to end up majoring in philosophy though."

friend's mom: "Oh?.... Why don't you major in something you like?"

me: "..... I do like philosophy."

*awkward silence*

friend's mom: "oh."

Oh man. Philosophy Major. Fuck. Get ready to take the LSATS dearie...

I'm thinking a small nap sounds pretty good right now.

Until Later,

Sondra

neutral anthem

this song has become my anthem for the week.

The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on



Today I layed in bed and wished it would snow. Large fluffy flakes, falling into the trees by the window. Coldness pressed tight up against the window, but the the colder it is the warmer it seems to be inside.

I wish I could hold these moments seperate, away from all of the pain and confusion. Keep them safe from being ruined or forgotten.


Until Later,

Sondra

p.s. I know what you would do and say to this. You would look me in the eyes which would scare me but it's what i secretly love. You would tell me that it's impossible. I might hate you for that, but it's the truth.

happy thoughts indeed

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I'm really excited, I found out that I'll be heading to England in early March. I've never been, so this should be awesome. Any places I MUST see? I was hoping to get down to Stratford and see a play, then a little bit of the English countryside. Being the nerd that I am, I'll want to go see an estate where they filmed Jane Austen films. I think I will then proceed to go insane with joy.

Sondra: Oh My God! Ohmygod! It's Pemberley, Mom! PEMBERLEY!!!

*frolics around Lyme Park*

Sondra: I FEEL LIKE ELIZA FUCKING BENNET! WOHOO!

Mom: *turns to other tourists* That's not my daughter...

Heh. I can't wait.

Until Later,

Sondra

Rogerick!

Tonight I had dinner with Roger.

It was beautiful.

In a sure-you-have-a-girlfriend-dude-but-that-doesn't-stop-me-from-adoring-you-from-afar sort of way.

and I did not turn into a lobster!

(i told you i was getting better...)

He even has his own Radio Show on Sundays. Listen from 12-2 here. I haven't listened yet, but I totally will.

He was wearing an Ed Gein band t-shirt. The kid listens to angry music.



Mmmm. Ah well, his face makes up for it.

Until Later,

Sondra