gale

in am so engulfed in this book trilogy that everything in my life morphs into some relation of its story. it feels great to be somewhere else, silly to admit, and horrible to feel it ending.

hunger games
catching fire
to be written..

i need arms.

i was thinking about my life one year ago. by the way, its november 14th? or 15th. thats weird. its practically thanksgiving. and what do i have to say for myself? well i do know that ohio would be nice. but, as college was, the place you return to is never the place you left. because both you and it have changed. so im looking forward now, thinking about the things i want. and i know the best opportunities are here. once ive got the big city thing out of my system - and i have both the career and personal jumps at hand - ill make a move to the west. that is if i dont have other things holding me here. although im open to any sort of time frame. its 4am. im tired. and i wonder if i feel detached from things because..

i dont know what the end of that is.
i need arms.

problematic dating

apparently i am very picky, or lazy. probably both. mostly indifferent to most people. i know what i like! but that is essentially nothing. i am hard to please. but i am so easy going! i love having friends. but romantic things - thats rough. sorry. perhaps i should at least give people a chance? i suppose i will start doing that. be a little less judgmental - at least so soon. ive always pushed away those im interested in at some point, i cant help it. but im trying. there are just so many people that suck.

just kidding. wanna be friends?

november 1/winter

equivalences to me. cool & shivers. long walks home at night but instead with the stars. quieter somehow, though windier. early bed because in need of warmth. porcelain. lonely fingers id rather be by myself then half way where i want to be. halloween is a hoot. i get tired of talking but ill listen to you for a long while. entirely too tired for any thinking. mondays.