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Wednesday, February 25 We all fumble with decisions .. and sometimes we crumble defenselessly, casting away any barriers that come remotely close to our emotions; even a flibbertigibbet like her is guilty of such. Carnal instincts appear to be a miasma of toxic gas if invoked at the wrong time and place, with the wrong person. I have chosen to put a quietus upon that innate desire, for now.
You say life will become vapid? Not at all, for life's largess impresses even a dilettante like me.
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Tuesday, February 24 "Oh no," she murmured, and her lugubrious expression said it all. With effort, she attempts to conjure a sempiternal realm that exists parallel to her mundane reality, which usually should have been easily accessible through imagination and reverie. But not tonight. Tonight, she is defeated.
Aye, I am beaten tonight. *casts a wistful glance at her homework* Did I ever mention that I totally flipped when I discovered I had to take TWO compulsory Statistics modules for my major in Psychology. Now, I would not say I am numerically-adversive but well ... Stats?! (gasps) You get what I mean. So all you kind souls out there, wish me luck. |