I AM GREEDY.

My primary motivation for the above statement is simply because of the following photo.

Not going to lie- I want one.
[Editor's Note: January 3rd. That's not too far away, right?]

MY KITTEN IS CUTER THAN YOUR KITTEN.

He's getting bigger, and I feel like a crazy cat-lady.
Yes.

RAINY DAYS.

The last three days have proven infinitely rainy, and simultaneously cozy. I sit, basking in the hurricane-esque feel of daily life, and I cannot help but wonder how the rest of the population would fail to enjoy how incredibly glorious weather like this can be. Not for the unceasing flooding or mucky waters, but for the infinite dominance and power unleashed entirely by the "forces of nature."
It's pretty damn impressive.

It's weather like this that leaves me practically unmotivated, but enthusiastic over what is to come. I could curl up with Murphy and watch the afternoons pass by, or push my car out of an outrageous puddle. The possibilities are seemingly endless.

WOYZECK IS QUEEN MARY.

If it wasn't for incessant Modern Drama research (because I love it) and Arrested Development on DVD (because I adore it), I would be leaning toward mental breakdown.

There is nothing that a hefty combination of Georg Büchner and George-Michael Bluth cannot cure.


I have so much more that I would love to verbalize, but little that could be made literate without incredible focus and determination. Neither of which I possess in any degree.

"MY FIRST CRUSH."

I love this.

Um, that's pretty much it.

I AM A CREATURE OF SORTS.

The mechanical noise of an air system clicks intently overhead, and I sit, just barely moonlit, fully intent on proving myself a capable person beyond any rational doubt.

It is an awe-inspiring thing to watch myself gradually drift away from idyllic notions of "romance" and "passion." I have begun to reserve these things as necessities for utilization not in interpersonal relationships, but, instead, in the realms ethic and organization.

Honestly, I have yet to see the negatives.
-I do not feel cloudy or overwhelmed.
-I am not an emotional wreck.
-I still have feelings, but none which interfere with who I am and how I resort to handling myself.
-I feel as stoic as I did in high school.
-I am suddenly (and very suddenly, at that) detached from the notion of "loneliness."

The less-than-calculated movement of my life thus far is presenting itself as a rather forward and eager ploy at molding my future through the hands of others. My design; their tools.

In earnest, I have never been crafty.

SHUT UP, CAMERON.

Oh, how I missed my Hugh Laurie. Yum.

This weekend should prove to be nothing erroneously special beyond pulling my body out of an intolerable level of sickness, and reveling in season three of House, M.D...

...oh. And, trying to find suitable living situations, class assignments of the accounting/managerial/economic natures, and departmental work. Those wonderful things that solidify myself as an incredibly lazy over-achiever.

THIS IS GOING TO BE...

...the most hectic week of my life. Yeah. I think so.
Here's to something I can't be bothered to recall and toast to.
Oh, and here's Murphy.

Never mind. The video refuses to upload. I love technology.

EFF THIS SHIZZ.

I hate this time that leaves me less than senile to draw on life, previous experience, adorations, love, etc.

My life is maniacally boring.

There are times when I genuinely hate the individual I've become.


I guess I need to read more.