On My Way to Krakow (N.a.P.)

Taken from 

So, in a few hours, I'll be boarding a bus to the capital of Poland, Warsaw, and then a train to my final destination here: Krakow.  I'll be starting a four-week summer program where I'll be taking Polish language (finally need to learn grammar, yo) and learning about 21st Century literature.  But before all that, I spent some time in Goniadz.

All following photos come from my flickr

There's a river, Biebrza, where I used to swim all the time, but there wasn't much water and it was pretty cold most of the time, so I spent a lot of time walking around and taking pictures of things with my friends.  There were a few parties, but those were at night.  And I'm pretty sure my friend still owes this one kid 10 zloty (around $3.5) for booze.  It's legal for kids under 21 to drink here and it blew my mind.

But, we also spent a day in my home town of Bialystok, where my friend and I saw a play and my mom and I took care of important things.  Like getting my proof citizenship card and a bank account set up.

When I get to Krakow, I'm going to have to move in, meet my roomie, get a monthly bus pass, and settle in and take a little break from vacation and be a college kid again.  I'm excited to meet new people and for all the adventures that await!

A Little Note About Fitness and Nutrition Blogs

Taken from let love grow

I read them because I am genuinely interested in other people's takes on fitness and food and what works for them and what seems to work for other people.  To quell the idea that celebrities are only skinny and trim because they are rich.  That hot girls are only hot because they don't eat and work out a ton.  Stereotypes can be true, but that's a stereotype of stereotypes.  I recently read one that could possibly encourage a change inn my own eating and work out patterns.  Looking good and eating well shouldn't be torture of any kind.  It should just be.  And there isn't just one way of achieving it.  Sure, the first steps are generally the same across the board, but everyone has to start somewhere.  Good physicality, in the long run, has to change and evolve based on a new milestone in life, a new change in attitude, a new environment, but, possibly most dynamically, a change in self.

Fashion A La Poland

taken from 

la dolce vita

Everything comes from thrift shops.  And from where?  From England.  Fucking England, where everything is grungey and pretty at the same time and I wants it.  Well, not really.  I think I dress well for what I have but seeing half my friend's things, I turn into a fashionaholic, I don't own enough clothes, monster.  Not entirely.  But in my head a bit.  Maybe just a teensy bit.  And I love floral, and I'm just being a tad silly right now.

Home-ish

Taken from lights will guide you home

The flights and bus rides were long, but that was to be expected.  The first night "back" was fun, really fun.  There was a barbeque, there were fireworks, there was the river, alive with culture and most of the town there.  There was also the very fun feeling of jetlag and a hangover the next day.  But that's ok, it's allowed.  I'm in Europe, where it's legal to have such fun.  But it is so cold.  It does NOT feel like summer.

Flight

Taken from lights will guide you home

I hope I spend most of the ride passed the fuck out next to my mom.  Hence the coffee.  It'll keep me awake enough to actually get my ass on the plane.  The rest is up to the plane, I guess.  Flying is calming but it's freaking terrifying how alone you.  On board with a bunch of strangers.  No way to communicate with anyone you know.  I guess it could drive a person mad.  But mostly, if you're asleep or completely distracted, you just don't care.  At least, most people don't mind.  Except for those CEOs who need wifi on their smartphones.

Creativity And Hurt

Taken from So Tonight That I Might See

What I do when I'm kind of left alone to my own devices is that I just start getting really creative.  My fingers hurt from playing guitar.  There's papers all over my floor because of collaging for hours.  And I've watched nearly all of Skins and feel slightly sad about life as a result (as in, "why can't I party that much?" or "NO THAT WAS THE SADDEST THING EVER").  And I'd totally be getting tea with people if they weren't already out doing other things.  So, just like when I was leaving college, I'm drinking my own beverages and watching an entertaining film (not a tv show, shocker).  And my toe just hurts so much and my head hurts from making sure I have everything.  I own a lot of stuff.

Last Day In the US For a Bit

Taken from Kelly Montoya

Aside for the obvious missing of my friends, I'm going to miss things.  A lot of things.  Honestly, a lot of stupid things.  Like the construction outside my window.  The horrid smell of the city.  The fancy tea and coffee places around the corner and a little ways away.  The roar of the subway.  The way that there's always lights every where, all the time, and a dark road or alley does not really exist.  Neither do fields, either.  Or giant lakes that have a piece attached to your yard so you can go swimming at 9 in the morning instead of blogging. Just a lot of silly things that make home, home.

Anticipation & Waiting

Taken from ☠ runaw4y ☠ 

I've never been so nervous of travel.  I've been on planes more times than most people and I've been to more places than most people.  And yet, here I am, nervous as shit.  I'm kind of dreading the hours on the plane and the waiting in the airport in Dublin; yes, I'm crossing over in Ireland, another place I've never been to.  And I'm going to be in the unfamiliar part of a very familiar country and it's all just so foreign to me.  Completely fucking foreign and I dislike it.  It's the same feeling I had the first day of school and I hate it, I really really dislike it.

Chilling With the Muscially Inclined

Taken from kitschy living

I love my friends and their talents and how they can kind of walk into music stores and just start playing music and having a grand old time.  I really wish I could do that, but, alas, I am too shy and not good enough.  Legit, I know a couple of chords, a few songs (with those chords) and my voice sounds like most indie folk singers (thank you guys from Neutral Milk Hotel for helping me understand my vocal limitations).  But I like to think I've got some artistic talent.  I can make pretty good collages.  And I am pretty good at arranging furniture and just decorating in general.  But you can't really go into a store and do that.  Someone might get upset.

Relaxin' and Pamperin'

Taken from lights will guide you home

I couldn't work out today.  My throat felt like a desert and I sounded as if I had just been screaming for decades, which honestly isn't too far from the truth.  So I have been relaxing and packing and prepping for 5 weeks in Poland.  Doing things like picking out outfits, seeing which pieces I can mix and match, which I could get the most use out of, and perhaps touching up my nails because they look like I've been out all weekend.

The Boy at the Club

Taken from These Teenage Years have been...

He had the cutest face
And in typical me-fashion,
I pick the tallest boy in the club.

He had glasses of my prescription
And tasted of mint, gin, and cigarettes,
And I was happy.

Not because I got a boy,
But because I got my swag back.

Indie Shit

Taken from Tongue Like Electric, Eyes Like a Child

I got the glasses and now I got the hair.  Now all I need is the style and the hours of sitting around in coffee shops, acting apathetic, and reading all the time.  But I don't want to do that.  I like being my skinny-jeans-and-a-tee-shirt-wearing self while I'm silently worrying about my road test and the fact that I cannot, for the 3rd or 4th week in a row, not shower at the gym because I won't be going there to get my daily sweat on.  But I don't want to be an urbandictionary or a yourscenesucks cut-out definition of an indie chick.  Just because my face vaguely looks it, I'm still myself.  And I still barely resemble my ID picture.

I'm Being An Idiot

Taken from There is no shortcut to a dream

As the photo suggests, I am almost up to my neck in things I cannot even fathom have returned to my mind.  I want someone to pull the plug on it.  So it can go down to a much more manageable level.  I'll be better tomorrow.

I See How It Is, Computer

Taken from dirtylittlestylewhoree

Technology fails.  And see that pun I did in the title?  Yeah. Or a reference.  I think that's a reference.  But seriously.  Or technology doesn't fail.  Commercialized technology fails.  People who know the industry and know the coding do much better than the kids who buy their stuff pre-made.  And it's a struggle between those who want to do harm and those who just want to surf the web.

Wub WubWubWubWub Wuuuubbbbbbbb

Taken from http://ooowls.tumblr.com/

The lights, the music, the boys; there were SO many pretty boys, I was just astounded by all the pretty in one place.  The venue was beautiful, clearly had that gorgeous vintage feel, the mesh of the old with the modern...although, I could say that my outfit fit the mood, but not entirely.  It is something I need to work on, but not something horribly difficult to fix.  And it does not matter to me that I did not talk to any of the pretties; I just really wanted to dance.

Expectations

Taken from :1 of 78

Dressed to impress.  Heels making me above-average height.  Makeup to accentuate everything I love about my face (my face).  Accessories that sparkle.  A new set of frames to call more attention to my eyes.  Lipstick to make my lips look sultry.  A new top.  A new venue and new dancing.  I want to dance my toes off until an hour my parents deem unholy.

Playing With The Puppy

Taken from Believe in yourself.

Today I went over to my friend's house and saw the sweetest thing.  It had eyes full of joy and promise.  It had been rescued by my friend and her family from the darkness of a shelter.  Her name is Eva and she is the sweetest thing.  And we wandered around the city a lot.  So I took the opportunity to take pictures.  And once again procrastinate on making an appointment for a driving lesson.

Colorful Fruits

Taken from Time is ever Fleeting.

Strawberries.  Raspberries.  Cherries.  Avocados.  Watermelon.  Cantaloupes.  Melons.  Bananas.  Blueberries.  Blackberries.  Lemons.  Tomatoes.  Peppers.  Grapes.  Zucchini.  And other things with visible seeds.  They make diets easier.  And more delicious.  And add a layer of flavor to the blandest of things, like unflavored, no fat, unsweetened yogurt.  I try to eat them as much as possible.  Even though my parents do not believe me.

Blog Announcement (R.P.)

I’m moving all the outfit stuff to my LookBook.nu page.  But I’ll still keep posting them on twitter and tumblr.

This is mostly because I got a tripod and can take pictures of myself and my outfits more easily.

I Wanted to Wear My Vest (B.O.A.)

On a birthday shopping spree with my mom, I bought a wonderful vest from Free People that I am in love with.  Since it wasn't too hot out today, I gave it a test run and I am in love with it.  Also, it was quite sunny today so I wore my hipster glasses because they have a 400 UV and are awesome sunglasses.  I felt really cute. But feeling cute was a little distracting when I drove today.  But honestly, I just dislike driving.  A lot.

The tank top is from Banana Republic, shorts from American Eagle, shoes are Converse from a thrift store, the bracelet from Lord & Taylor, and the glasses from Urban Outfitters.

My Birthday (B.O.A.)

Well for my birthday, I went to brunch with my parents and I wanted to look cute.  So I wore this outfit and later got a tripod for my camera. As a result, I will be posting more outfits more often.  I do not want to make a separate blog for it, but I might have to double-up on entries.

The top is from American Eagle, the scarf from Lord & Taylor, the jeans are BDG through Urban Outfitters, and of course I wore shoes which we sandals by Steve Madden girl for DSW.

As Long As I Still Have Free Time

Taken from Time is ever Fleeting.

I am going to vent my boredom and other random annoyances and random inspirationals on this blog.  My muscles ache, I can barely bring myself to do anything because of the tiredness.  Although, figuring out how to get more energy is a must.  I am 19 and that means I have more access to fun things in night life.  But I also want to do wholesome, creative things I cannot do amidst classes, such as collages and artworks.  I think I shall get started on one right now.  And take more photos.  Definitely more photos.

It's Been 19 Years (And Counting)

Taken from la dolce vita

So I'm 19, and I like being excited for my birthday.  Because celebrating another year of existence, at least for me and all my various illnesses and allergies and random incidences, is a pretty big accomplishment.  But I like where I am now a year and a day after high school officially ended.  I found a very fun, hip, smart group of kids to hang out with.  I met a few people who I grew close to, you know, the types that you always want to talk to.  I reconnected with one of my best friends.  I survived freshman year of college.  And I managed to change majors.  God know what'll happen this year, but I am ready for it!

My Body, She Aches

Taken from the pursuit of happyness

All this working out.  And no visible results.  Well, that's an utter lie.  My stomach is harder, my calves have absolutely no fat on them, but I'm still insecure with my thighs and legs and they ache a lot.  They say no pain without gain, so I'm hoping these aches are signs of progress.  And I really want to sleep and take a day off, but I must keep going.  I have spinning today.  And I'm going to a class and a run on Friday to make up for not working out over the weekend due to a graduation, a housewarming party, and my own birthday.  Excitingness.

Blog Schedule (R.P.)

Three times a week.  I don't know when yet.  But seeing my next semester schedule, it'll probably be Tuesday, Thursday, then either Saturday or Sunday.

Comatose

Taken from the pursuit of happyness

People who are fans of Breaking Benjamin, no.  Just, no.  I'm talking going to the gym, working out heavily for an hour, and not being able to think or breathe afterward.  I want to be tiny.  Like, actually be the size of a child.  Okay, maybe not.  That would make every dude I know a pedophile.  But still.  I am working my ass off that I feel comatose and come back to life eventually.  I was tired to the point that, I laid in bed, playing "Yankee Bayonet" for 2 hours and then met up with my programmer friend.  Good day.

Preparation

Taken from impio

I sit down to do it.  To review everything I need to know for next year.  And I go at it for a good hour, getting super excited that maybe I'll understand something and do well next year.  But then I realize it's summer.  And then I get all sad.  I should be out on a Friday.  I kind of want to go do a work out.  But once again, it's Friday and I've already worked out.  I miss college and having friends not being so far away.

Spinning

Taken from Tequila Always Helps

My endurance hasn't been tested this hard since I went to tennis camp.  My entire body does not exist right now.  During the workout, I wanted to die after 10 minutes.  And had 35 to go.  But with the music, the enthusiasm, and everyone else just doing it...the motivation was incredible.  And I want to go back.  But after I fix my knee.

Priest (M.R.)

Taken from Google

I found Priest  to be a perfect summer movie.  It does not require much thinking, has a fun plot, and awesome explosions and fight scenes.  I am a fan of pretty mindless vampire-related action movies, but this pretty much took the cake.

Imagine putting together a horror movie about dystopia, mixing in an action movie, adding elements of Van Helsing, throwing in a Western, and add in vampires and that's the movie in short.  I had a lot of fun seeing it with my friends, but not sure if it is worth the cost of 3D.

Rating: 6/10

Summer Reading

Taken from la dolce vita

I want to read this summer.  I want to read a lot.  Something like ten books all summer.  Or something.  I want to get my literacy on.  So when people approach me, I can have something really unique and awesome to talk about.  Like how much I liked Dune or how quirky Super Sad True Love Story was.  Or maybe I didn't like a book.  So I can talk about them with the same criticism I do my music.  And to not sit on my butt all summer.  Well, sit on my butt doing nothing.  Amendment!

Top Moments of Freshman Year of College

Ten Things That Rocked Freshman Year

1. That one night at Thumpty
2. Being at Thumpty most weekends
3. Slope Day
4. Chem class
5. BME class
6. Sledding
7. Middle of the night trips to the Commons
8. Movie nights
9. That one Seal and Serpent party
10. Actually having a winter break

Ten Things That Sucked Freshman Year

1. People graduating
2. Not being able to do my major
3. Engineering classes for the most part
4. Computer science
5. Not having heat in winter
6. Winter lasting until April
7. Finals first semester
8. Spraining my finger sledding
9. ???
10. ???

Too Much Fun with Scarves (B.O.A.)

As you can see, I'm in a library

It's too early in the morning to be doing anything that's actually productive.  So I've been blogging.  And learning how to tie scarves in fun ways.  In this pic, I tried to do a bow.  The tie is a little too bulky to do a cute one, but it looks fancy enough.

The shirt is from Urban Outfitters and the scarf is Hardtail.  Yeah, I know my hair is a mess, but screw it.  I'm in the thrust of finals week.  Two more tests left, wish me luck!

It's Misty (B,O.A.)

5/17/11 by jladz65 featuring vintage tops

I woke up this morning feeling like I should do something cute with my appearance.  So I decided to wear one of my favorite tank tops with my favorite pants with my favorite flats and favorite jacket.   I also wore a score but I could not find it online.  Sadface, I know.

The tank top is from Abercrombie and Fitch (sue me).  The jeans are from BDG from Urban Outfitters.  The flats are kimchi blue for Urban Outfitters.  And the jacket is from Michael Kors.  The scarf I'm wearing is from Hardtail. 

Here's a pic of me with my scarf.  I look tired.  It's what studying for multiple hours a day does to people:

 

Last Week

Taken from closer ❦ to the sun

As in, it's the last week.
Not like, last week as in the
Week before this one.

It's the last week here.
And I'm spending time with friends


Studying.

Exciting, I know.
But after Thursday,
I'm spending time with them not studying.

Watching movies,
Packing,
Waling around.

The packing is going to be the worst.

Unlike last year when I moved here,
I did not abandon my room completely.

But this time, I am.

I'm never coming back to this
Ghetto of a dorm I lived in.
Well, I might, but that'd be creepy.

But either way,
My possessions are going into bags
And boxes
And in plastic
And the room will be like
I found it in August 2010.

"And I Dressed Up Like a Princess"

Taken from iheart-myself
Lyrics in title from "The Competition" by Kimya Dawson

I just want to be as good as I'd like to be.  Being better than the person that I was just yesterday.  I mean, it's hard but it's a better standard to hold myself up to.  Than to compare my life to that of someone else.  I've got my own stuff to deal with and I'll deal with it in the best way that I can.  But sometimes it gets hard when it seems like people aren't in the same place.  I just want to meet someone who can completely relate to me, but that would involve wasting precious minutes that I could use studying for my finals.

So I'll dress as cute as possible.  I'll write sentences so elegantly that my English teacher might cry.  I'll write the right equations and the TA's will just throw points at me.  I will sort the mail quickly and be the most polite that I can be.  I'll write down bio processes with precision and accuracy.  It'll be the best finals week that anyone has seen.

Slope Day Eve (B.O.A.)

Taken by my friend.

I realized I haven't done one of these in a while.  But this passed weekend was slope day and me and my friends went out that Thursday to celebrate the last day of classes.  It was too much fun haha.

The tank top is from Victoria's Secret, the scarf from a vendor, the pants from American Eagle, the shoes from Amazon,the hat from Urban Outfitters and the bracelet from my mom.

That Was That

Taken from the pursuit of happyness

So at Slope Day yesterday, I sat on a lawn with my best friend and he said "you need to find out once and for all."  Of course, regarding to how that one boy felt about me.  So I did and it wasn't nice.  And my best friend turned to me and said "Now you know and you can move on."  So I'm deciding to go down that road.

My Two Cents (N.a.P.)

Taken from Yahoo! news

I want to preface this with the statement that I am not one for revenge.  And that is mostly because I had a Christian upbringing where if someone wrongs you, turn the other cheek, walk away, talk it out, or in general do anything that doesn't involve hurting the other person because it's better for the soul.  Or because you're better than that, pick your side.

That being said, there's also the concept of justice.  Justice is generally defined as moral righteousness or exacting some form of punishment on people who performed misdeeds.  Sure, it is not right to revel in the fact that someone just died, but this man wronged a few thousand people in a matter of hours ten years ago.  I don't think the US should have out right killed him, but if he went down in a fight, then at least they gave him a shot.  I'm sure the US would have much rather given him a trial and heard his side of the story than just taking a gun to his head, as South Park seems to imply (South Park is not a credible source for anything, just so you know).  Some people argue, this point I agree with, that they gave the suspects a trial, but that's because they were suspects; it wasn't a known fact unlike in Osama Bin Laden's case.  But that doesn't mean we should have outright killed him.  But if they were planning on taking him and he wouldn't go without a fight and got killed during the raid, that's what happened.  Can't change that.

Most parts of the US are celebrating.  Hell, people are posting statuses equating it to Harry Potter or talking about how coincidental it is that 66 years ago, Hitler was also announced dead on May Day.  That's people's means of expressing themselves.  Others are worried or fearful of what is to come.  Al-Qaeda just lost one of its leaders, so they are probably mournful of that.  And perhaps even planning on retaliating.  But I guess all we can do is hope that things will get better, because right now, there is no guarantee.

Music Shout Out (M.S.O.)

Hey guys,

So I am ending the segment of my blog entitled "Music Shout Outs" or M.S.O.  I decided to make a whole other site for on tumblr because pictures would be easier to acquire and I can get more readership through that.  That does not mean I am transferring this blog to tumblr as well.  I like having it on blogspot.  But the URL for the music critique is: Music Shout Outs.  I hope you guys enjoy it!

Hugs,
Jo

Not Having It

Taken from la dolce vita

He comes from across the hall with all the charisma in the world and your dance moves are completely in sync with mine. So I reciprocate a bit.  Not too much, but just enough for us to be established as dancing partners.

But then your face gets too close to mine and I dance away, breaking our bond of jumping and swinging.

Another he comes from across the hall with a little less charisma, but he's a friend.  So as friends we dance and as friends, we dance and communicate, though we're not quite in sync.

But then his face gets too close to mine and I dance away, breaking the friendship for a split second

Melting

Taken from the pursuit of happyness

It's so warm out.  So warm that even though I can wear pants again, I can't.  I'll feel too sticky.  And I generally like my body.  Especially my legs.  They're strong.  They can handle 20 pounds on each side of a workout bar.  They can do 25 pound squats.  I feel strong.  But I don't feel so good when I see other people in their not-pants.  But I also try to ignore it.  The people who think I'm cute, already think I'm cute. And if people want to judge.  Well, let them.  They're bored.

It's So Close

Taken from perfectly composed brokeness

The year is almost over. I can relax and take as many aromatic baths a day as I want.  I can walk around and take pictures all I want.  I can finally get rid of this heavy, heavy burden of stress.  I can enjoy the moments I get to myself.  But what I won't be able to do until August would be to see my friends.  So I am enjoying their presence now.

Awkward Smiles

Taken from la dolce vita

I could choose to write about more serious things.  But I don't.  I want to write about how giddy that boy makes me.  The feeling of I want to smile so much that my mouth hurts everywhere and you can see my teeth and stuff.  Yeah, that kind of feeling.  And ugh, we don't do anything.  We go to each other's events and sit and study in the engineering building that will be slightly foreign to me soon.  I guess my academic direction is slightly falling apart, but at least one thing is going well.  And I just want to be fucking giddy.  Like a hamster with a sunflower seed.  Or a girl with a crush.

It Happened

Taken from p.heartache

You know that breakdown I was talking about a few weeks ago?
Where I lose it just enough to seem fine to everyone?

It happened.

And there was nothing poetic or beautiful about it.

It was just a lonely college freshman girl walking home from a party because she drank and got a mildly upset stomach, which is usually an indicator of emotion trial.

And what a struggle it was.

The hammer of everything that isn't working out
Right now came down hard
And instead of ringing with a clap,
Tears came out of my eyes and my head hurts as if that mallet actually hit me across the face.

I'm getting pushed down again.
Shoved down.
And knocked over at the slight
Hope of getting up.

I tried coming up with a counter argument.

Just because I might not get to do what I want,
Maybe the alternative is better?

I didn't go to the college of my dreams.
Is the alternative better?
I don't think it wants me here.
The people at it do (I think, I hope, I want)
But it seems to be doing everything to drive me away.

I do everything right, but everything goes wrong.
And I just want a neutral day tomorrow.

Oh wait,
Matlab test.

One thing that will either get rid of or enhance the reality that
Nothing seems to be going right.

Discouraged

Taken from life is wine

Ever feel like if you had infinite time and infinite effort, things still wouldn't work out?  I want my hours back.  I want that entire night back.  I don't care that I spent it with a boy I really like.  I would've if it had results.  I could've not studied for that test and still gotten the same result.  What's the point of formulating exams and assigning practice problems that are totally unrelated?  And you just completely want to give up because that's the test you had most time to study for and the only thing you know about the others is that they will suck.  The most depressing statement ever is that I can start to see why people would want to give up completely and hurl themselves into a gorge.  This is not to say that I want to do that, but I can see why.  You work and you work and you get no results.  Hours wasted.  You feel like you know things, but you don't.  You simply don't.  You don't know them in the way the professor expects you to.  And I want to give up, so badly.  Just to stop and just plow through everything.  But goddammit, I've gone through my entire life so far not getting what I want, and if I don't fucking get my major, I don't know what I'll do.  And I'm not going to let a bunch of little questions deter me.  Even though this is the hardest thing I've had to do yet.

The Atrium At Night

Taken from p.heartache

It was so quiet.  Like, hearing a pin-drop status.  It was me, him, and 3 other people.  Silently doing work.  Until the wee hours of the morning...that's a lie.  Into the next day.  I slept some.  He slept none.  And the work still doesn't end.  And all I want is a nap.

Wholesome

Taken from the pursuit of happyness

I've been learning a lot from hanging out with Buttface.  We do things that I should be able to do with someone I'm dating.  Like be totally open with each other.  Cook together.  Go food shopping together.  Nice things like that.  Watching tv while eating together.  I am setting high standards for my next boyfriend.  If that ever happens.

The Only Way Out Is To Get In

Taken from the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste.

I changed my ways a bit this semester.
I got my priorities in line.

I stopped being so kissably loose.
I decided to let myself shine more
And not let my lips meet someone
Else's on a whim.

And I'm as lonely now as I was then.

But I guess it's a more genuine type of lonely.

No one is lying that they want to spend time with me.
Because no one is spending time with me.

But I'm also not allotted much time
For spending exclusive time with someone.

I guess I want quality over quantity.
Where you don't have to be
Communicating every second
Of your life to feel like
You care about that person.

But I can't waste time feigning
Over something that won't happen.

Instead of waiting for a dude to give me
What I want,
I think I'll just go out into the campus
And find a dude who will.

Hanging Out, Doing Work

Taken from $$

I like us when we hang out.  It's fun, it's awesome.  There's some contention, but you can't expect two people who are under boulders and boulders of stress to be totally calm and understanding with each other.  But you can expect them to at least get along to the point that the frustration doesn't make one or the other walk out.  And you can expect some laughter during the pauses and lots of chill time, just enjoying each other's company.

Sucker Punch (M.R.)

Taken from The State Of Happiness :)

First off, it is not some movie intended just for dorky kids wanting to see scantily-dressed girls fight off demons with swords and guns.  I mean, that is an element, but Sucker Punch is not for everyone.  For an action movie, it's got quite a bit of depth.  I think a more accurate description would be "Inception featuring scantily-clad girls fighting off demons with swords and guns."

I really wanted to think this movie was based off something.  A book, a graphic novel, a video game...something!  But the beauty of it was that it wasn't.  Sure, it took action and stylistic motifs from all those media, but that's what made the movie so interesting to watch.  The costumes were amazing and each character had a distinct style.  The only ones fully developed were Baby Doll, Sweet Pea, and Rocket, but it's difficult to do that in a 1.5-hour time-span.

The plot was really substantial for an action movie.  There were so many layers that just made it interesting.  A mental institution, a brothel, and a video game.  I approved of it greatly.  Zach Snyder's talent in movie-making seems to come from the fact that he can make pretty obvious breaks between the action and more sentimental bits of a movie (like in Watchmen).

In short, I thought this movie was excellent and good time.  It takes you on an adrenaline-filled, emotional rollercoaster.  And covers a lot of issues.  Plus, who wouldn't want to see girls beat up stuff?  In addition, it has inspired me to get fit (and maybe possibly acquire the ability to dead lift my weight [no big deal]).

Rating: 9/10

Your Face

Taken from :1 of 67

I want to kiss it.  As I tend to add, everywhere.  Like all over your face.  Maybe not all over, but on most of it.  And I hope you want to kiss mine.  I know I've been super restrained and stuff because normally, I am a lot more forward and flirtier, but I don't want to scare you away.  I don't want to seem distant.  So I will try to kiss your face.  Be ready!