109.

I feel like this explains my life, or what i would sing to my significant other in my home town, if i wasn't a freak incapable of attaining one.


Sweet pea: Amos Lee


Sweet pea
Apple of my eye
Don't know when and I don't know why
You're the only reason I keep on coming home

Sweet pea
What's all this about
Don't get your way all you do is fuss and pout
You're the only reason I keep on coming home

I like the Rock of Gibraltar
I always seem to falter
And the words just get in the way
Oh I know I'm gonna crumble
I'm trying to stay humble
But I never think before I say

Sweet pea
Keeper of my soul
I know sometimes I'm out of control
You're the only reason I keep on coming
You're the only reason I keep on coming yeah
You're the only reason I keep on coming home.


Because i need love to keep bringing me home, because I know there's nothing else holding me here.
And I want it to find me, even though i'm sort of over looking for it, and looking to do me this semester. Good Grades, No social life, a hot bod, and a healthy appetite for creativity.
-V.


PICHA TIME BROSKIS.

108.

I laugh, my holidays completely had

tangled in sheets, of my own. Alone.

And it's been happy, in a dreamlike state,

without worrying about academics in the semester's wake.

I saw my parents, overcame a flu,

I realized that it's not going to happen, this thing between me and you.

I've rebuilt the bridges, the ones burnt long ago.

And somehow this is miniscule compared to the current lack of snow.

The holidays are passing, like my last day spent at home,

with literally heaps of mess to clean up, before I go abroad.

I can't think of what to do, or where to start, or who to call

or what to say:

to loves of past days

with those i've crossed ways

.... How to exit this daze,

and back into my new life.

-V.

And now for some amusing and cute pictures (from IMG FAVE)