Saturday, December 17, 2005

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I Am Sunken Lower

At a time for joy all I can be is melancholy. Your not being there hurts everywhere: my mind because I cannot concentrate, my body because I don't eat and then I overeat, my soul because I don't feel anymore and then I feel too much, and my heart because it is not whole. As I walked home alone in the night of Rome, I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help but wish that someone would take me and hurt me, so I could feel something other than this pain.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

A Brilliant Light and A Not So Revolutionary Thought During Morning Asana

Lust. Its not love. Lust is fleeting. Love is not. When the lust is gone, the love is still there. Don't confuse the two or you'll end up like me: Gloomy Girl. http://www.angrylittlegirls.com/gloomy.asp

Saturday, December 10, 2005

I Miss You

and I miss love.

Friday, December 09, 2005

I am Weak.

I don't want to come home. It is too painful. But I don't want to stay here. I am misplaced and lost.

I Like this Girl's Hat...


and sometimes I just want to be a kid again atop my dad's shoulders.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Crustless Quiche = Damn Good


So I randomly looked up a crustless quiche recipe for our "Breakfast for Dinner" dinner. Eggs, cheese, spinach, bacon, salt and pepper, makes for some delicousness and contributes to graphic design procrastination.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Art History for You?

Not for me... I just finished my last ever art history class culminating to a study of 104 slides and 2 essay questions on the history of Roman Art from Etruscan times to the Baroque era.... I'm done, that is until I get my masters. Oh well, I believe it still to be a call for celebration. How about staying up all night working on a presentation for Graphic Design Business and Practice. I really know how to party. Do me a favor, drink to me tonight. I'll be with you in spirit... almost like the transcendence of the Christian spirit through the useage of glittering, gold tessarae in early Byzantine art.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

There is Nothing Left

I'm finally going to admit it. I will admit my fault. That I created this pain I am feeling. That I am not deserving of this love that I miss so. That out of selfishness and narrowmindedness, I didn't see what I would lose or how to fix what I needed. My excuses are that. Excuses. Why did I feel the way I did? Why did I act the way I did? How can I forgive my anger and my mistakes? I haven't dealt with it. I wanted to feel like the victim, that I had reasons for the way I had been feeling, but I don't have the right to feel the way I do. Now all I can be is sad. There is nothing left for me to do.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Triumphal Arch...


atop Lin's head perfectly crowns her imitating a halo. She smiles naturally, unlike the Mona Lisa... but in similarity frames her head with column structures. Lin, you're so beautiful sitting in front of the Trevi Fountain. Thank you for visiting me. xoxo