Worry.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
9:25 PM
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Listening to: Pax Deorum -- EnyaMood: Worried  I'm worried about Tatiana. She's seems angry and upset over something but she won't tell me what. I do know that I did something that got on her nerves last night, but I can understand that and she did tell me why. I'm just worried because want to help her but I feel so helpless. Tatiana is one of my best friends, I want to help her in anyway I can.
Well, all this week it's suppose to be snowing. There are rumors of snowing reaching from 10 inches to 5 ft this week. It's going to be a long week of school, and very cold.
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Saturday, January 9, 2010
5:09 PM
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Listening to: YOU -- An Cafe
Mood: Tired but excited
I haven't written in this for awhile, I should stop slacking off. Maybe being back in school with make me want to take a break and write in my blog.
Right now I'm waiting for Maria to come back to the dorm. She said she would text me when she gets to the parking lot so I can greet her. I'm so excited to see her again, it's been killing me all day. When she gets here to we're going to grab some dinner. It'll be just like before we left to go back home for the winter.
For now, I leave this beautiful quote I found. I can feel the devotion dripping from the words;
"You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don't nee a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understand; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brace heart. It's you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all me life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you're here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know."
- Henry Rollins
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