Words cannot express my love for my new killer heels. Bondage-style, mile-high, crimson-soled and a-buckled as they are.

The prospect of now towering over everyone brings unseemly but utter glee. BUT ARE THEY NOT GORGEOUS.

OH HELLO THERE, DREAMBOAT.

Apparently he's 20/21 :D In otherwords, bb's still within our range HAHA. Now if only there were any real boys half as charming and adorable as this one.

♥__________________________________♥ Oh god, this SCENE.

Cartoons really make up my sweetest childhood memories. Spent yesterday watching this and The Nutcracker Prince and scenes from Anastasia + downloading hundreds of Disney/Dreamworks/Tchaikovsky songs. Despite the dawning horror that is Finals, I can't find it in myself to regret this use of my time.

..I want a prince. /inner 5-year-old

 - LTB exhibition 
- LTB report + LJ + presentation + video + last LTB lesson )):
- crim presentation + last crim lesson
- AS debate
- contract presentation (!!!!) soon!

- 3 hours of sleep, 6 cups of coffee, 1 miserable shower over the past 51 hours

END WEEK END

Although actually its been a pretty amazing week, despite/because of it all. But considering I'm starting to slip off into dreams midway through thoughts during classtime, yes I probably do need the sleep.

OH ALSO Obama is in Singapore and there is 0 chance of me seeing/meeting/hearing him talk WHY LIFE WHYYY.

 Oh well. I tried! too bad.

On another note, :DD

I MEAN OH MY GOD GUYS. I MEAN OH MY GOD I LOVE IT ALREADY?

BRB FLAILING LIKE AN IDIOT.

BUT

IT'S

GLORIOUS.

- Christopher Gutierrez, 17, son of Gloria Romero.

Putting this up here instead of my tumblr because it scarily mirrors synechdochic 's post quoting Trainspotting. Because sometimes ugly raw urgent words express things the most eloquent speeches fail to.

Guys, I'm seriously considering a cheapass Eurotrip next summer. Because the sinisterly torturous ivory tower law school and university in general has us locked up in is kind of scaring me. Especially since there seems to be no alternative outlet I can channel my energies into. I wish I acted, or sang, or generally performed, because the performing arts seem to require a measure of tightly wound frustration in order to really work. But I don't. I just lunch and laugh and stare at the goddamn laptop and I cannot live this way. My dad seems kind of glad how I'm channeling my frustrations into daily political rants otw home but seriously - seriously - I'd much prefer actual messy meaningful real life experiences to go along with my petty urban frustrations. 

I'm serious about this! Apparently - I'm not entirely certain about this - Eurotrips cost less than American roadtrips. IDK. God, someone, anyone, do this with me. 

( and because farina just asked me to edit her ibsen essay )