Saturday, January 31, 2009

You told me so.

I somehow always find a means by which to waste time. In this case and much like you said, you weren't worth it.

So sitcoms can double as fables. Perfect example? HIMYM, of course.
You keep on giving up on people so easily, You can miss out on something great. - RS
You're irrationally picky, you're easily distracted, and you're utterly anhedonic. - ME
Parallelism, perhaps.

Friday, January 30, 2009

I know how you feel.

Funny how you think your experiences are just that - yours. Yeah, I read another short story by Jennifer Weiner today.. stories, actually. I have to admit, I actually related to one of these girly girl narratives. But I realized that I'm not the only one who's gone through what I have, has thought what I've thought. It's amazing how out of 6 billion+ people, you think you're the only one.

Not to say I haven't learned anything.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Hello, my name is:

Let me introduce myself.

Claire. 20. Korean. Burlingame. UCLA '11.

I'm a periodic insomniac. I take melatonin when I'd rather dream the impossible than think the ineffable. My sleeping habits are the bane of my existence. I should get that checked.

I have neuroses, but who doesn't? Coffee cups and sleeves need to be aligned upon receiving and photos must be filed in a certain manner on my computer. Most else is free game - I am not a neat freak, though I have lapses, nor am I organized, but I do know where my possessions lie.. at least most of the time.

I am not girlfriend material. At least not from a girlfriend's perspective. Not enough can be said on that matter.

I am easily absorbed as well as disinterested.

I rely on two people - both of which I can't say do on me.

I find it hard to trust people entirely. I speak a lot, even to the biggest mouthed, but cannot for the life of me share all. Thank goodness for blogs.

I read and write when I shouldn't, such as now. Peak literacy occurs when I should be focused on school. I'm well aware of it too. My vice, my kryptonite. Learning a disregarded virtue.

I don't like to share creativity. Ideas, stories, especially feelings, I wish I could keep locked in forever. Perhaps it's the reason I hate to share the people in my life. But I'm also passive-aggressive. Whatever you want flies since I'm incapable of voicing opposition.

I am far from perfect. Then again, show me someone who isn't.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Painting with words.

I'm beginning to realize how much of an art form blogging is. I've never been able to appreciate art on canvas or crafted into stone - I read, and words are what I've come to admire most. It amazes me that someone's thoughts, ideas, goals, findings, inspirations, tragedies, and experiences can all be wrapped up into one ever-changing space of personal expression.

Mine is of no worth to any but me. Short and vague is my style, which I think would confuse and torment anyone trying to figure me out. But I realize that in order for the future me to seek any value from my current experiences, I need to take my thoughts - and entries - off reserve.

Time to create a mosaic with the medium I know best.

Ever the wiser.

It's not me, it's you.

Insomnia really makes one think.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

To be resolved:

The daily intel.
Mighty healthy.
ET, phone home.
Got money in the bank.