Husband & Wife

HAHAHAHAHA
what a crack-up.

(from Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal http://www.smbc-comics.com/)

A Beautiful Mess

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
and lift him back up again.
You are strong, but you're needy
humble, but you're greedy.
And based on your body language and shotty cursive I've been reading:
you're style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless.
Well, I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is.

What a beautiful mess this is. It's like we're picking up trash in dresses.
Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
kind of turn themselves into knives.
And don't mind my nerves, you could call it fiction
but I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear.
'Cause here we are, here we are.

Although you were biased I love your advise.
Your comebacks, they're quick
and probably have to do with your insecurities.
There's no shame in being crazy,
depending on how you take these
words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging.

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say,
kind of turn themselves into blades.
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
but it's nice to say that we've played in the dirt, oh dear
'Cause here we are, here we are.

And what beautiful mess this is, it's like taking a guess
when the only answer is YES
And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth.
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure,
but that's no concern when we're wounded together.
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts,
but it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

Plenty of No time

So uni is over for the year, finally, after what seemed like the most depressing, grueling, sloth-ness-enabling time of my life. It was, no joke, like I would describe death on earth...I was merely waiting when I will have to say, "Life, as I know it, is over".

And it wasn't even time-consuming!! Ok, yes, it was, but you would think that while your precious, very short time is being wasted away, like a lover given up, holding her packed meager belongings, her back towards you, finally closing that door behind her....anyway, yes, while time is wasted away you would actually think that something P.R.O.D.U.C.T.I.V.E. is happening! You'd think that for those tiny seconds ticked away while you're doing the most bullshit piece of literary work...a dying kid in Africa is saved. You'd think that wouldn't you?

But no, wasted time is simply just that...wasted. The most productive that it could possibly ever get is when you know that it will all be over soon (hopefully).

So uni is done, and I'm celebrating by, ironically, bumming at home and not doing anything. Hahaha. I make myself laugh sometimes.

Ok, ok, time is precious, as has been reiterated by many a-dying men, so let's keep ourselves busy, shall we?