"I'm just gonna prowl around you, make you regret wearing shorts out for dinner by tickling your legs with my fur that may or may not have been washed recently, or perhaps for a few months, mewl at you until you give me something decent to chew on and when you do, I'll be ungrateful and come back caterwauling till you give me MOAR because I think I have an adorable face so I can get whatever I want. Oh, and also, I have sharp teeth and sharp claws and I'm not afraid to use them! So wheres my food, woman?"

"Hi! We are your study companions. We sit on your table day by day, reminding you of the impending doom that is coming that is your first semester exams. We are not subtle at all, no! We love to shove it in your face that you have about 10923904828839 things to study in 2 weeks! Oh but don't look at us like that..... We're just helping you! (to be stressed out)."

"Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth"

This past week has seen me;

001. Lounging around the house all sloth-like, skilfully putting off my school work till I finally can't help it and crank out some answers - until I googled the questions given, and found the exact answers online ;-) Schoolwork has been alright so far, but I'm afraid I'm not putting too much effort into it which I can 100% guarantee feelings of regret later when I'm nearing the first sems! First sems are in about a month, shock horror. Studying is rather enjoyable, it's the motivation that's lacking! Someone please remind me of my looming future as a wood-cutter in Alaska or cat food quality controller if I do not get studying now.

002. Doing a bit of shopping during the weekends (and by shopping I mean walking around aimlessly staring at clothes I would never wear/can't afford/wonder who in their right minds would actually wear, and lamenting at the cost of books in the bookstore). But I bought stickers, and! I also finally bought a pair of black bermuda shorts which I've been thinking about for a while now, for the main reason that I'm tired of shorts. Not that I've decided to completely bury my shorts and never wear them but one gets rather tired of stares and cat calls (not that I've got a gorgeous face, but really, any female in shorts and with relatively decent legs are bound to get those) from certain kinds of groups and I guess I'm realising that its not really worth it for people to keep looking. It's one thing to complain about 'those kinds of people' harassing you by cat-calling and whistles and leery stares, but it's another thing to look at what you're wearing and understand that maybe you're not helping either. Just my point of view, though... Maybe having my grandmother staying over is turning me all conservative, ha!

Chicken/crocodile stickers that I bought. Too cute!

003. Browsing through tumblr looking at gorgeous pictures of buildings and their interiors. How magical and dreamy can these places and rooms get?

"Me, I am not such an excellent host - I am one who forgives but needs it the most. I found the liar, the killer of hearts, and I ran away with a new way to start. I journeyed a road where a bright man appeared, He looked into me, and my eyes filled with tears. My breath fast and short and my heart burning deep, He gave me new eyes and a new way to see.

I still defiled His great love ways, I felt such a famine when I ran away. I missed the presence, the voice like a song; I was nasty and dirty, I knew I was wrong - But He ran to me like a dream like a father, this love is not earthly this love must be other. He carried me home and threw me a party, a party so loud like the greatest love story." - Charlie Hall, Hookers and Robbers

Saw a little sunlight today. Blinked a little, breathed a little. Sighed a little. Tried to gather jars of sunlight, they faded when the Sun decided to chase Br'er Rabbit all the way down the deep burrow towards the west. Well, you gain a little, lose a little.

Enjoy it while the golden jars are warm. While little Sun-fairies dance around your sight.

Touched a little flower today. Dainty, lilac purple. Velvety.
Crushed a little flower today. Crumpled, lilac purple. Wondered. Little Flower endured rain and wind and sunshine but died real quick, real sad. Maybe fragile things are the toughest. Maybe fragile things are the saddest.

Felt a little wind today. Couldn't see it. Maybe the leaves can though, they waved back a greeting. They always do. Some leaves went away with the wind, maybe they had things to talk about. Places to see. Running after the wind isn't easy. See, they cheat a little by taking your breath. The wind is your breath and the wind is all of it and they sorta take it all.

Took my wind back. Breathed it in a little today. Or maybe a lot. Do breaths come back to you when they leave? Can you breath in the same wind twice?