if i could twirl the moon between my fingers...

one just can't imagine how incredibly boring and taxing mugging can get, what more if stretched for hours at an end. but i guess its times like these, when we're putting our minds through the paces and cramming in information that would undoubtedly be enjoyable if not for the tight time constraints, that we truly enjoy the little things in life. like you know, space, wind, air and sunlight. especially if one has been cooped up in a small study for the past week or so. it wouldnt be so bad if i actually DID lots of work, thing is i just sit and stare at the musky green walls.

what i wouldnt give to just bum around outside and engage in inconsequential light- hearted conversations with other people. right about now, the most intellectual discussion i've had in 2 weeks would be the discussion that i had with my brother on how to make sure birds dont poop in our kitchen. coming in a close second would be the discussion on who deserved to use the xbox. how riveting.

in the hours i spend trying to will the inky words on the econs notes to form eye- catching shapes and patterns is when reality hits home the hardest. the reality, that we are all nothing but hushed pauses in the spiel of time.

how riveting.