speaketh the trutheth

vapid \VAP-id; VAY-pid\,
adjective:

1. Lacking liveliness and spirit; unanimated; spiritless; dull; as, "a vapid speech."
2. Flavorless; lacking taste or zest; flat; as, "vapid beer."


Its so strange that daily this doctor dictionary describes exactly how I feel on a day to day basis... The cosmos are watching me.

Ileana

my babies

travail \truh-VAYL; TRAV-ayl\, noun:

1. Painful or arduous work; severe toil or exertion.
2. Agony; anguish.
3. The labor of childbirth
4. To work very hard; to toil.
5. To suffer the pangs of childbirth; to be in labor.

OH SHIT KEY

subaltern \suhb-OL-tuhrn; SUHB-uhl-tuhrn\,

adjective:
1. Ranked or ranged below; subordinate; inferior.
2. (Chiefly British) Ranking as a junior officer; being below the rank of captain.
3. (Logic) Asserting only a part of what is asserted in a related proposition.
4. A person holding a subordinate position.
5. (Chiefly British) A commissioned military officer below the rank of captain.
6. (Logic) A subaltern proposition.


THAT"S SO ME>


mollify \MOL-uh-fy\,

transitive verb:
1. To pacify; to soothe or calm in temper or disposition.
2. To reduce in intensity; to temper.
3. To soften; to reduce the rigidity of.


Ileana

exacerbate \ig-ZAS-ur-bayt\,

transitive verb:
To render more severe, violent, or bitter; to irritate; to aggravate; to make worse

Here we go,

God, Hariskrishna, Allah, and all that is holy please keep me alive until the day I can get a decents day rest. Right now I am alive and well, so far haven't gotten sick. Normally I would be the first one with her nose running but this time I am all good.

I would love to keep it that way. And hopefully I will not fall asleep at the wheel, in class, or while I am making my breakfast(those rare moments that I actually cook any more). These days I live out of cans and microwaveable things. And lets not forget the goodness of chinese takeout.

Peace out yo, have to go to class,

Ileana

Evaluation

dotage \DOH-tij\,

noun:
Feebleness of mind due to old age; senility.



Where I am at.

In the middle of shit creek.

What am I doing. Letting the current take me. What am I not doing? Not fighting for where I want to go. Why am I not fighting for where I want to go? Because what I want to do is in the far future and I can not grasp the concept of my actions now will have an effect on my future. What do I need to do? Rethink of an immediate goal to help me in my future. What is my future goal? uhm.... uhm... uhm... I have to think about this one...

Small goal to achieve:

On Monday to have all my math homework done.

Larger goal to achieve:

Study everyday for math class... At least even a little bit.

Even larger goal:

Pass math class and pass math class without killing self.


Ileana

gah

inexorable \in-EK-sur-uh-bul; in-EKS-ruh-bul\,

adjective:
Not to be persuaded or moved by entreaty or prayer; firm; determined; unyielding; unchangeable; inflexible; relentless


germany sounds nice...

Ileana

idyll \EYE-dl\,

noun:
1. A simple descriptive work, either in poetry or prose, dealing with simple, rustic life; pastoral scenes; and the like.
2. A narrative poem treating an epic, romantic, or tragic theme.
3. A lighthearted carefree episode or experience.
4. A romantic interlude.


I look like death warmed over right now.
Early in the morning.
Worked more hours than I care to count right now
I feel like some one has kicked the shit out of me with a baseball bat.
But it makes me feel alive.
Masochist much?


:-D I was ment to be a poet. Maybe not a very good one but you know.

Ileana

peripatetic \pair-uh-puh-TET-ik\,

adjective:
1. Of or pertaining to walking about or traveling from place to place; itinerant.
2. Of or pertaining to the philosophy taught by Aristotle (who gave his instructions while walking in the Lyceum at Athens), or to his followers.
3. One who walks about; a pedestrian; an itinerant.
4. A follower of Aristotle; an Aristotelian.

Here we go again. Feels like I am starting all over again. From the beginning. I just fell flat on my face for the gazillion and fourtieth time. And just like the last gazillion and thrity nine times where I stood up healed the scars on my face by putting ointment and bandaids, this time, count(gazillion and fourtieth time), its time to do so again.

As my face is smeared with the ointment and I feel better allready but a bit swollen I am wondering when the fuck is it supposed to get better. You know like the wise and deep saying it will get better. Fuck if I have ever had the chance to encouter that saying.

The universe is out to get me is what I am thinking.

Ileana

one more day

TIRED, EMOTIONALLY, PHYSICALLY

THE ONE THAT CAN'T SPELL,

ILEANA