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My body is a temple, and sometimes that temple wants cheesecake.
I forget who said that, it's someone from ANTM I think. In any cause ,I feel that way right now, except that I don't want cheesecake. I want chinese. I want just all kinds of delicious, but horrible food to quiet this hunger that I have that is brought on by stress. My 'temple' is under a lot of stress, I need some kind of delicious prayer to make it stop worrying so much, and make me stop worrying so much.
Centerpieces. I might have to be thinking about them pretty soon, as Formals come up and I have to be the centerpiece at one of them, at least to a point.
But what should be the centerpiece of my focus right now, is not that Chrome isn't saying that centerpiece is a correct word, but my homework. I need to focus on that, let it be the centerpiece of my mind, and get it all done, so that no one will miss out on the wonders that are in my head. (supposedly.)
Bring me that horizon.
That's from Pirates of the Caribbean. There's also a John Mayer song that comes to mind... Something about being stranded, unable to fly. Bigger Than My Body: "I'm stranded behind the horizon line, trying to feel something true.... Someday I'll fly, someday I'll soar. Someday I'll be so damn much more."
Mmm, skyline. I do love it. It makes me think of the potential for adventure.
Horses.
Well, I'm definitely not writing about horses in my English paper right now. However, I will be discussing horses -- or at least one horse in particular, in my next one. There is something quite nice about horses, the way that they can stand so majestically, with their long necks and long faces and just seem so serene. I pass horses at the equestrian club almost every day on my way to and from school. Sometimes I wish I could ride them whenever I wanted to, but I know there's no way I can afford to.
What is stunning about the world today? How about the way that the snow is melting ever so slightly, so that it's still the illusion of a winter wonderland, just without the cold? It's the stunning, loveliness of being able to walk outside and enjoy the view of snow quietly blanketing everything, without feeling miserable because you feel like you're being stabbed by a thousand tiny, mighty swords as you walk through the wind --- instead, you just feel the warmth of the sun on your face and the soft kiss of November chill.
Flaring of tempers, voices amplified by the very passion of emotions scrawled across their faces. The argument started, as so many do, with something petty, unimportant. It was a misunderstanding: a miscommunication. There wasn't much to do, now, except to wait it out and hope for the best.
Ugh, abstracts. You'd think I would read them more often, or think about abstractness more often, considering I'm an arts student: an English student, at that. Why would they even call it an "abstract" anyway? An abstract is something against the norm, something considered unconventional; not the summary for an essay or article which, quite the opposite, is very specific in a conventional way.
Crunchy leaves underfoot, squirrels running round before the last days before they hibernate wear away. I walk from campus to 89th ave and 110th street, but even across 111th the world seems entirely separate. Even though the campus buildings are visible from the Alpha Gam house, it's like I'm a mile away instead of a couple blocks, walking through leaves, past the Zete and Fiji houses, to the place that I comfortably call home.
I wish I could have more compassion for people around me. I feel like I am very detached from others and when I try to help people or give them advice, I can't bring myself to do it because I don't know how to be compassionate. I might be thinking of sympathy. Either way, I find it difficult to be compassionate, and that is the point.
Driving is something that I still cannot do. It's on my list of "priorities," rather than my list of priorities. I don't think I really want to drive. Some people see it as freeing, and I can understand that, but I can't bring myself to see it that way. Driving is another responsibility that I don't think I'm ready for. I want to drive, I don't want to drive. Who really knows?
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