ramblings

emotions are wonderful little buggers to have.
you feel the euphoria
you feel the joy
you feel the ants-in-the-pants anticipation
all that wonderful jazz

and it makes you feel utterly and uncontrollably human.
you feel the despair
you feel the hopelessness
you feel the pulling-your-hair-out frustration

it's so beautiful that it makes me cry even.


*Listening to The Sweetest Sounds from Rodger and Hammerstien's musical version of Cinderella. i love books, so naturally i love fairytales. i love that imagination that runs wild whenever you start a bedtime story that ends with a "happily ever after". i have a confession to make that will ultimately label me a nerd for the rest of my life and that is i love making up stories in my head when i was a kid and i still do in fact, at the height of 19 years old. i have a mindful of stories about ogres and giants and pigs that fly to Foodie Wonderland. i like to see where my imagination takes me and more often than not, my stories that i tell myself to sleep often last a few nights and seem never ending until in a fit of boredom of the old characters and anticipation of meeting the new characters, i would just hastily tie up the old one with a "and they lived happily ever after".

it's my form of dreaming. reality is sometimes suffocating you see, even for a 9 year old girl.