i move back on campus tomorrow.

i'm excited and nervous and curious and i feel like a freshman all over again.

fuck that. i'm G'ed up. furthermore, i have new, fun items to use and i can't wait.

STOP ALL THE WORLD NOWWWWWWW!!!

there's a storm a-brewin'

yikes.

tom foolery.

There's hella tom foolery going on at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill's registrar office. I received an email this morning informing me that my registration would promptly be terminated if i did not, in fact, pay one thousand shillings by thursday at 4:30pm. fuckery. fuckery, indeed.

i did, however, figure out the housing conundrum. august 14th i shall be in chapel hill to remain.

on cleansing...

not going so well. a cup of tea is waiting for me, though, so that's all i have to say.

also, wanted to add.

i need to cleanse.
and clean.
and feng shui.
my shit is feeling all fucked up.
sidebar: so much can be expressed profanely.

anyway, yeah. i'm thinking raw foods, herbal tea cleanse. i feel worn out. old. i should sleep more, but i haven't been liking my dreams lately.

but like i was saying, cleansing is in order.

keeping this shit up.

i had stopped posting to this fucker, because (1) who reads it? and (2) i'm a bit lazy, and waayyyy too many of my ambitions are fleeting. furthermore, the more i think about it, the more the internet creeps me out.

but fuck all of that.

so tonight, I went swimming for the first time in maybe 3 years. apparently, unlike biking, one can forget how to swim.

i left my earrings at jessica's house. sad about it. i really liked those.

i've also realized that there are a whole host of people who are unattainable. not in the sense of superiority or some divine beauty, but just outside of my grasp. i'm ok with that.

things i'm not ok with:
smoking (i'm working on it)
carrot cake in excess... but really there's no other way carrot cake should be.
men (kind of suck right now, and not in that trashy pornographic sort of way, so that sucks on all counts)


anyway, i'm resolved that this beats the shit out of rambling incoherently to myself, so here am i, blogspot.

i don't know what i'm doing here.

days have gone by. weeks even.
there is something foreign and beautiful going on here in this home i've built on ice.
the year changed without me.
no consultation has materialized.
i am still not ready for the whirlwind.
my footing is shoddily permanent.
i wish i could still write.
wish the cold nipping at my heels would give me a break.