Delicate heart

I'm not sure if it is the lack of sleep for the past few months/year, the heart ache, or heart break, but I definitely found myself in some twisted form of repose upon the lounge, crying out "God, please don't call me home this way!" Papers scattered about and about a half-million things on my mind... As if it should matter the way and moment I'm called home because I would be coming home!

Aching arm and back, tightened lungs, a literal heart ache. I thought I was goner for sure. I've never before had a heart attack or a stroke, but the fear of my newly acquired symptoms got the better of me, and I cursed my high pain tolerance.

Sooner or later I would become Madeline, staring up at the rabbit crack on the ceiling.
Please tell the surgeons to take out my appendix while they're at it.

descriptive description

If you ever desire to resonate with my favorite jargon...

affinity
annihilate
ardent
awe
awry
calamity
camaraderie
castrate
chunder
collective
cultivate
desparing
desultory
ethereal
evaporate
exquisite
forlorn
grandoise
mirth
innate
Mr. Grey and I
resonate
scurvy
void
writhe

Just a few off the top of my head, for now.

Au naturale

"The Floating Opera"
John Barth

XI. An instructive, if sophisticated, observation

"Nature, coincidence, can often be a heavy-handed symbolizer. She seems at times fairly to club one over the head with significance... So obvious even in its details that it was embarrassing. One is constantly being confronted with a sun that bursts from behind the clouds just as the home team takes the ball; ominous rumblings of thunder when one is brooding desultory at home; magnificent sunrises on days when one has resolved to mend one's ways; hurricanes that demolish a bad man's house and leaves his good neighbor's untouched, or vice versa; Race Streets marked SLOW; Cemetary Avenues marked ONE WAY. The man whose perceptions are not so rudimentary, whose palate is attuned to subtler dishes, can only smile uncomfortably and walk away, reminding himself , if he is wise, that good taste is, after all, only a human invention."

Savor

It's not that the days are long. They are, in fact, too short. By the time everything on the list has been checked off and being constantly on the go, mind you, the time to start the next day has already begun.

Before you know it, you've missed the day. The day has most definitely been a filled one, but one aspect remains unsavored: the sweet melodies of the daytime birds exchanging sound frequencies with the nightly singing crickets, the time spent in reflection rather than time spent in anticipation, love to pour out rather than to recycle upon one's self. That.

That is what I hope to not miss. So I choose savoring over sleeping. And coffee, lots of coffee. And by now, everyone else has gone to bed, but my day has only just begun!

Ye soft crickets chirp on.

Today's Back Burner is.....

So here I am, as a junior in college, feeling like a frustrated middle schooler taking Algebra 1, standing outside the teacher's office waiting for my tutoring turn. My time never comes because my ride has.

So here I am, as a junior in college, feeling frustrated in my collegiate stature, standing outside the professor's office still waiting for my time. My time never comes because of other pressing issues, id est, class.

The only question I have and ever will is: what will be put on the back burner today, this morning, this next hour?

Is it that sad that my life is just a compilation of built up back burner activities!

I don't intend to blow anyone off or cast you aside as unnoticed, rather I am trying to figure out how I can make you less of a back burner. Because believe me, you are worth more and hold prescedence over any pressing activity. Help me, invest.

Startle me, knock the cycle out of my hands, slow my fast-paced stride, give me a reassuring glance, just tell me.

Take me out of your back burner collection, and I'll take you out of mine - having a hard time sorting things out.

Unhealthy logic

I need protein. 

Peanut butter = protein. 

Peanut butter cookie = peanut butter.

Therefore

Peanut butter cookie = protein. 

Sad logic

Battery Power

That awkward moment when your computer has a battery life of 7.5 hours, and you've been in the library, and you computer runs out of battery. Yeah. #19credithours #accountingexam