School's been a real bore, from having assignments that run from Rowell Road to Hindoo Road, i'm fucking exhausted. I need to visit the docs about my forlorn and morbid thoughts soon. Will do a detailed update soon.
School's been real hectic and i was just telling glennice how i feel stoical about almost everything. There are moments where paroxysms of emotions just flow out of every joint in my body, and moments wher everything is still. I can't figure a way to fucking shut the senses of my body. Everything now seems to form a collage I've been trying to put together all my life, but there's something missing. Something pivotal, something i need. I hope this will be a joyless purgatory, just for a while more. Friends and sis have been really supportive, thank god for that. I hope i'm not being too diabolical with everything now.
Behold 3 completely gratuitous news: 1. I'm officially gluten-intolerant. If you don't know what's that, google it. Basically, i can't consume a plethora of food groups and it's really troublesome. But at least i know i'm not alone, Zooey Deschanel has the exact same allergy. Ha. Arghh, it's so disconcerting right now, i'm waiting for things to change.
2. I created a twitter account. Fine, Riane and i succumbed to peer pressure as what she said. Follow me at twitter.com/jillclementine
3. Officially started ukulele lessons next week.
Few obsessions this week: 1. Carey mulligan
images on courtesy of http://www.millionlooks.com/outfits/carey-mulligan-does-wonderland-april-may-2010/
2. Printed capes
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3. Isabel Toledo for Payless
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4. Theo Jansen (this kinetic sculptor is fucking genius)
5. Mysterious skins a few months back (Joseph gordon levitt is fucking admirable in this movie, but it's like full frontal gay sex, so it's not for the faint hearted)
The way they lived together is not unlike a fresh litter of pups: blind and grateful and denuded. This is not to say that they don't feel love, because they do; sometimes they feel it so strongly that they think they're having a panic attack. In these moments, their hears race uncontrollably and they worry that they are going to throw up. But the love they feel is not for their own kind, but for the Living, who they can neither understand, nor smell, nor touch. It is general love for the Living (though being general doesn't make it any less potent). Only from time to time does an angel find in herself a defect that causes her to fall in love, not in general, but in specific.