public service announcement (a.k.a. note to self)

get sleep. seriously.
you're already an emotional girl.
take sleep out of that equation
and you might as well write yourself
(and everybody else who comes in contact with you)
a death sentence.

not a joke.

quelquefois

sometimes i wonder if my entire life is based upon me waiting to make a decision. and i feel like sometimes it is.

but i also feel like sometimes it doesn't have to be.

like when you're laughing at a wind symphony, watching the bassoonist and the flautist, wondering about the extent of the damage to the inward recesses of your heart, discovering slowly how [it] really affected you, and trying to decide what the next step should be.

that's when you stop. when the music stops. when the laughing stops. when you're pinned in a void of silence. and that's when you decide that decisions don't have to be made. that life drives itself when you give it a chance.

sometimes i feel like that's the best decision to make.

Help! I need somebody...

Anybody reading my blog, please. I'm entreating you right now for some hard core advice.

How do you play hard to get? I've never been good at this dating game, and I think the thrill of the chase may play to my advantage in the situation I'm in. Help! I need advice! I know men are completely thick to things that aren't obvious at all, and I'm all about subtleties, which is not good.