We're Going to Be Friends- The White Stripes
Snow, snow and more snow. And sadness, as it appears that this school year is the worst. Midterms commenced a few hours back, and English is done and over with. I feel like the only things to console me these days are warm socks and The Beatles. The despised flurries fall almost as if in heaps, and I can't help but wonder what the balmy weather must be like in India at this very moment.
Visit India one day if you enjoy the vibrant hues of the spectrum. Trust me, there is no such thing as tackiness when it comes to clothing and appearance. It's a panorama of sights, smells, sounds, and experiences. What's not to love in adventure?
I don't think I have lost myself these past few months. I am proud to say I know where I am, and what I wish to be. Doesn't that give you a sense of hope, what with the dismal weather and stresses of life?
Alas, I have forced myself not to watch the third season of Skins UK until after midterms!
She wishes to disappear from the face of the Earth.
Like a small speck of dust left on your coat
pocket, like warm breath after a hot chocolate
battling strong and hard against the frozen
December air. Laugh in all of your undaunted,
fickle amusement. Your chutzpah might as well be
punished.
fickle amusement. Your chutzpah might as well be
punished.
