Mundane Conversations

All freshies have a respondent memo assignment due Saturday, while the Paramore concert is on Sunday.

You: I might have to sell the paramore ticket. Have take home assignment worth 30% due on monday.
Me: WTF. You are leaving me alone with abby?!
You: Maybe. HAHA.
Me: Do your assignment now!
You: How to do when the question only comes out on Friday?
Me: Do your resp memo NOW.
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You: I might still sell it. Not that big a paramore fan. Why does the prospect of being with abby offend you so much anyway?

If i had replied, i would have said this.
Me: It doesnt. It's the prospect of you not going that offends me more.

Although realistically speaking, i have no idea what i'll do if he really sells his ticket and im left with abby. What the hell are jon and i sposed to do?!

Lady Lazarus

"And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade."

"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And i eat men like air"

-Sylvia Plath

Humanity

I have in my mind all sorts of fantastical schemes that i could use to smear and tar your name. I could start a nasty rumour and, despite not being in the upper echelons of the law school social circle, make sure that it gets around very quickly.

But then i realised that the day i stop feeling bad would be the tragic day that i have lost all sense of myself. That i have allowed my cynicism to completely eat away at whatever's left hanging around in my head.

And so i exercise self-restraint and pretend that everything is alright. All too human reaction.

Escape by Muse

You would say anything
You would try anything
To escape your meaningless
And your insignificance
You're uncontrollable
And we are unloveable

And I don't want you to think that I care
I never would
I never could
Again

Why can't you just love her?
Why be such a monster?
You bully from a distance
Your brain needs some assistance

But I'll still take all the blame
'Cause you and me are both one and the same
And it's driving me mad
And it's driving me mad
I'll take back all the things that I said
I didn't realise I was always talking to the living dead

And I don't want you to think that I care
I never would
I never could
Again

You would say anything
You would try anything
To escape your meaningless
And your insignificance

I don't get why i am reduced to a repetitive, indecisive mess when faced with matters like this. That's the danger with just going with the flow; you will appear like you're flipflopping non-stop over the same spot but really its the waves of circumstance that are knocking you around.

Not to say that it's through no fault of my own. Because it is. And it's his fault too.

I sometimes get the feeling we both don't know what we want. Yeah, i suppose that should explain the flipflopping.

You're Always Scared

Naomi: I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Emily: You’ve ruined it. You don’t want anyone to care... I could be dead in a second. Everything’s so fragile. Didn’t you realize that? We were special.

Naomi: I was scared.

Emily: You're always scared.

Time

Looking for something to use and abuse.