absolutum dominium

…strolling across campus underneath the midday sun, the weather cool and possibly chilly with the wind in your face, rustling all the leaves from the branches to the grass, lost in your own world with a steaming cup of creamy hot chocolate in your hands.

I’m never going to lose weight. Hot chocolate is my new amphetamine.

Anyway I bought a new camera out of desperation. Took a few pictures of my room while I was at it.



This is my room as seen from the doorway. I know it’s really dark, but I didn’t turn on the lights. Haha.



This is my bedside and what’s on the wall: i.e. the Trainspotting poster tt I am so proud of, and the TeamNUS jacket tt I will never wear here (for obvious reasons). Memories.



This is the tableside, and what’s on my table. Food stock, books, laptop, and pictures. On my wall are family, cousins and close friends. Above them are the moments I most like to treasure. And my boy has a nice spot on my table (calculated for maximum exposure without getting too distracting when I need to concentrate).



And lastly, the view from my room.

I’m in love with Collective Soul and Matchbox Twenty. I want to get all their albums now. Sigh. There goes all my money.

FOREVER DECEMBER
- by Matchbox Twenty

I reach within my isolation, I harbor it, I honor it
You say you’d like to see me closer, of course you would, you have no choice

And I cry cause the weather has gotten to me
And I laugh at the people that I can’t be all their lives silly pictures

Chorus:
Hey now now now, hey now hey baby
Baby’s getting older, baby’s getting older
Hey now now now, hey now hey baby
The tide is turning, turning us away

You build the wall I’ll build the fountain, we’ll wrestle it, we’ll conquer it
I think we’ll live to see the mountain, of course we will we have no choice

And I cry cause the weather has gotten to me
And I laugh at the people that I can’t be all their lives silly pictures

Repeat chorus

(one version)
And I can remember forever december
The center of dying, the heart of the pain
The rose in the bottle, the thorns in the bottom
The stars surround me, the cold astounds me

And I cry cause the weather has gotten to me
And I laugh at the people that I can’t be all their lives pretty pictures

(another version)

And it won’t take long, we both knew this
Well I wasn’t quite prepared
For my center of dying, the heart of your pain
All my words get lost and I can’t speak
Got my head stripped down, well I get weak
And the words fall out like forever december
But soon it won’t matter ’cause she won’t mean nothin’