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teenybeany

:: 2007 23 February :: 1.38am
:: Mood: so sleepy

Dedicated to: rearrangement
Why is it that the subtlest changes can make the biggest difference?

The subtle change in someone's voice when they ask a question.

The subtle change of moving your coffee mugs to where your plates normally reside.

The subtle change of flipping your bed.

The subtle change of stating something with a period, or without.

The subtle change of moving a picture on your wall.

The subtle change of taking a different route to class.

There have been big changes in my life, but it's the subtle ones that weigh the most because they happen everyday and turn that frown upside down, or, vice versa sometimes.

Subtle changes happen on their own. They are inevitable. And they are scary. But they are worth it. And they are the worst. But the best. But they are,

happening, now.

banana


teenybeany

:: 2006 7 December :: 2.15pm
:: Mood: curious

Dedicated to: big bang
I am a graphic design major. This means that I'm constantly pressing Apple Key + S to save. It's like breathing. Honestly. I do it more than I pee, more than I drink Starbucks (..maybe), more than I look in the mirror. It seems that my fingers press the Apple Key + S invisible air keys while I'm sleeping too.

But sometimes I wish I didn't save the changes I made. Sometimes, I'm supposed to do Save As but by default, I just do Save. Sometimes I don't want to save the changes I made because they were bad. but it's too late because my fingers already saved it all on their own. And then I think to myself.. I can never get that back. You can't unsave. What I've done, is what I've done. And I can't go in reverse this time.

Sometimes I empty out my trash can on my mac, and I regret it. I can't ever get that shit back. It's gone into mac trash abyss. If I want it back, I have to recreate it, but that's not the same. Each line isn't the same, each dot isn't the same, nothing is the same because you're doing it for the second time. The first time is the first. The second is the second. That's why there's a different name, a different word for it. First. Second.

I just deleted a voicemail I got from RAB and I wish I didn't. And I can never get it back. And it was right after I pressed #7 to delete it that I realized I should have kept it. Of course I can tell her to call again. Leave the same voicemail. But she won't remember exactly what she said. She won't remember how she said it. I won't remember any of that either. Even if she did remember. Everything exactly. And even if I did too. It's still not the same because the way she felt when she left that message and the way I felt when I heard that message, we can't recreate that. You can't recreate feelings on the spot. You can't make yourself feel anything. Because if you do. That feeling is artificial, baby.

Everyone is too busy to rethink things before they do it. Everyone is too go-go-go-! to take half a second to think, wait do I really want to do that? Maybe we all should slow down and take that extra moment. Or maybe we all do things for a reason. And make mistakes for a reason. And screw up all the time because that's just what we gotta do to live.

*edit. Instead of pressing the Edit button I almost pressed the Delete button. That would have been bad after preaching this entry. I need to slow down. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten my Starbucks after all..

Yea right.

1 bananafish? | banana


teenybeany

:: 2006 30 November :: 3.38am
:: Mood: confused

Dedicated to: the past is over rated. the future.. is even more.
Hi LHB.

It's 3 38 am and I can't remember the last time I was up this late doing work. Because this year the only reason I've been up at an hour like this is because I've been hanging out with people. The reason why I JUST finished doing my homework is because i put it off until 1 am. Ta ha! And that was conscious decision too. ...Sort of. I don't even know what I'm writing now because my laptop is just so bright and it is 3 40 am. These past few days have been a blur. The next few seem like a blur. My life is a blur. This computer screen is a blur. I keep forgetting that I have to TA tomorrow. I hope I don't actually forget tomorrow. In one of my classes we're learning how to make websites. And because of this thing I semi knew what my teacher was talking about before hand. Atleast this was good for one thing.

I need sleep.

banana


teenybeany

:: 2006 25 September :: 11.34am
:: Mood: not sure

Dedicated to: the end
good bye.

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teenybeany

:: 2006 22 September :: 12.47pm
:: Mood: blank

Dedicated to: husbands
School is ok but now I am so used to being around people all the time, that when I'm not around even one human being, I get lonely and upset. I used to love being alone and independent but I think I'm losing all that because I'm getting so used to affection now. Even when I'm in my single by myself and I can hear people in FC's and ERW's room, it's still nice. But when it's quiet, it's bad.

I'm getting too used to this and longing for a special someone too much. I was never like this. And never intended to be. But now I think I am. And it sucks. And it is scary.

It's also making me turn to drugs.

Tahahahaha!

banana

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