Est-ce que je peux te trouve au fin du monde?

This is the season for dreaming.

When you are set apart from a world, you can no longer relate to it or properly fit in; time and space are always moving, always changing, and as you are as well, your shape is not accentuated in the chasm you used to fill. No matter how hard you try, things are different. People may not change, but they will always believe you have changed. This is the unchanging nature of people.
Old times cannot become renewed; they are then renewed times and not the old times in the first place. New times and experiences round and shape a character, but it does not change the essence of people.

A constant is there no matter what and willing to work harder to keep the gap you left the exact same shape and size as when you left.

And yet, I could not imagine leaving and returning to test it out, for fear we would have swollen with tears.

Les yeux

How clearly can we see an approaching object? How acutely can we sense an awkward, tense moment? How audibly can we hear a bitter or half-hearted whisper?

How can we properly understand a word we can only comprehend from our own standing point?

I've noticed it's only when I think too much I doubt myself, or others. If I stopped being highly critical, if I stopped when I knew I was about to say something I would regret, if I stopped feeling like compromising or forgiving was giving in, I would feel like I like feeling, and not like an angst-ridden teenager.

Je n'aime pas les mercredis...

Usually, I love Wednesdays. It makes me feel like I have hugely surpassed an enormous obstacle, or something, but today, I just felt totally out of it, and I have narrowed down the possible causes of my disagreeable state of mind to the following;

1) Did not get tea or coffee this morning, resulting in a change of my routine of needing to go to the bathroom 5 times in the morning. The omission of these repeated bladder-related absences made me sit all the way through my classes, without any breaks at all, which is a very ridiculous proposition, all in all. Plus, the water in my water bottle tasted stale. Which is frustrating when I had just filled it up. Which leads me to believe that there is something chemically not correct with the water that comes from the school's taps and/or water fountains; which leads me to believe we are all slowly being poisoned which LEADS ME TO BELIEVE that we are all going to lined up and shot by employed primates to solve the population crisis while we are all dopey off of stale water!

2) Rachel was listening to A Very Potter Musical in Chem today but she was sitting on the other side of Astrid and I therefore couldn't (why is the computer brain telling me that is not how you spell couldn't, I am positive that couldn't is a word, what the fudge) (actually because I just said fudge my day has gotten a lot better- too bad it will be over in an hour an a half. "...If you fudging touch me one more time I'm going to fudging kill you...!" -Dean Winchester while his blood is being extracted from his arm by a Pagan god) listen and sing and comment obnoxiously on the contents of this ingenious piece of musical literacy. I believe that because I haven't yet had the chance to listen to even a snippet of 'Pigfarts' my mind is actually going into a state of inequilibrium.
Also, in Chem, we were first promised to play rounds of Balderdash, but obviously Mr. Doak is confused about that game, because what we really played was guess the definition, which was, although enjoyable, not as gratifying as Balderdash. Also, I learned a word that meant completely inept at all things, which I was much excited to add to my vocabulary of words I can insult people with without them realizing/throwing heavy objects at me, and now I do not remember the word. Only the definition.

3) My boyfriend continues to lie and decieve himself every day. First off, he starts a blog and lets the world know that he is called sometimes 'Ranger Danger Douglas'. His name is Ryan, and I keep telling him as much, Ryan Douglas McKay, Ryan Douglas McKay, and he never believes me, and I fear the more he lies the more he is selling his soul to the devil. And I don't want him to go to hell. I am that selfless.

4) I had another point, but I do not recall what it was; forgetting things makes me resent memory at all. Because if it is not there to help us recall these trivial matters to publish in our blogs, then what is it there for at all?

Also, I am not carnivorous. Simply convivial.

Les choses qui me fait content...

Carrot sticks to feed my tapeworm; today I ate about 40 carrot sticks, each of them from the same package of 'Bunny Love' carrot sticks. You'd think my eyesight would be better. But let me tell you, it's not; so your parents were lying to you about that, as well. But I did learn that the reason carrots are probably called carrots is because they contain the pigment carotenoid, which makes things orange, like carrots. The best-tasting carrots are the ones that are wet, and not sour, and usually the smaller ones. But I don't judge the worse tasting carrots, because I know that the rest of the carrots in the package probably already gave those carrots heck, and they can't do anything about it because they are just carrots. All in all, I had a very carrot-filled day; I hope I do not turn orange, because that would be unfortunate. Other than the fact I could match my orange shoes, which would not be unfortunate.

Oh, yes, and I have a tapeworm; all evidence points towards this because I was constantly voraciously hungry today; so obviously something in my stomach was eating my food other than me. And I am pretty sure my boyfriend was NOT in my stomach, nor would he want to be, because I do not eat nearly enough peanut butter and granola bars to satisfy his bizarre tastes, and that is the only other thing in the known universe constantly hungry enough to eat all the carrotsticks I have previously consumed today.

My boyfriend and his goatee; because when I think of the word goatee I think of a goat, and sometimes, as Hannah so cleverly pointed out, Mr. Tumnus. Which makes me think my boyfriend is secretly a mythical creature, and even if he isn't the coolest type of mythical creature he is one none the less and for that I am thankful. Et ca me fait content, which is the topic of this blog, if anyone has forgotten, if anyone is reading this far into it.
Except I just found out he doesnt like Mr. Tumnus very much at all, which disappoints me a little, but not too much, because my affection runs deeper than that; runs as deep as his dimple.

Which he knows very well.

Babies.

...Just in general. They are usually quite charismatic, or so I am told...

Au commencement...

There was light. And, if at the beginning, there was light, one must assume that from the light came the darkness; and therefore that in all darkness there is light; which really puts an optimistic view on life and darkness in general, unless one is a vampire, in which case I have just ruined your existence with one simple run-on sentence.
I'm not sure if I feel ashamed or not to start a blog; probably it will turn out that I will write once, three times tops, and then get bored and this will become a chore and probably I'll guilt-trip myself into writing things that
a) nobody cares about and
b) nobody is reading anyways because
c) you have better things to with your time and
d) so do I.
But, one never knows the full impact and limits of a simple act, thought, painting, or assassination, so what the hell.

You know what I dislike? The word cute, and being called cute, because it is such a superficial word. I mean, really; everyone uses the word cute to describe things they don't find cute at all. Boys call girls cute when really they mean they aren't that pretty and have nothing else to offer but the boys have a conscience, (other than my boy, apparently) and mothers use it to describe other people's children, because they could never use it on their own who are constantly crying and smelling and throwing and demanding to the point of their mothers wanting to defenestrate them (defenestrate being inserted for the benefit of the team) (it means to throw someone out a window, what a spectacular word), and small children (and me) use it to define puppies and kitties and sometimes feeder fish and delusional people call monkeys and birds cute, and I don't want to be in the same category as either of the latter.
So I say that the world is in dire need of a refresher and a thesaurus; I dare you to go outside and find something adorable and call it charming, or dainty, or attractive, perky, delightful, appealing, captivating, or sublime. And if it is none of these things, do not bother to open your mouth, because the world is better off without your egregious lying anyways.