Once I was a diplomat.

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 01:26:09 GMT

T minus 12 hrs for last final. and more than 30 pgs to go.... why am I procastinating?

So. Current status:
           Still fooling around.
           No longer speaking to ex.
           Still has to study all the INMUNITIES!
                                        - current knowledge: can park car in special places, tax exempt and no lines in airports.

Finita potestas Finita Iuris dictio.

Im so scared when I miss you

Wed, 06 May 2009 04:56:49 GMT

So, first post.Old trauma. This one is bout heart, but I have to clarify, this journal is not dedicated to heartache , it’s just rather oriented towards attaining peace of mind. You’ve been warned. Here comes the ramble.

Why does it have to be so hard to let go? I really miss NY, and I really miss that part of my life in which I didn’t know. I-didn’t-know-life was great; no worries, total freedom, no high bars to be reached and NO EXPECTATIONS. But of course, I couldn’t be happy with that type of life, something had to be missing. And that something just HAD to be found.

Know what?- good question.

Prince charming. Figures I had to be part of the oh-I’m-always-looking-for-prince-charming girl type cliché. Well I found him. He left me for France. Now...what’s life after prince charming? Is there something as another prince for me? Will I EVER be able to get over prince charming 1 and move on to prince charming 2? Are all of them frogs, or is it just me?

Ignorance is bliss.

....and this is hell. Well, sort of. There is still happiness, but again, something is missing.

And nothing compares.

I CANT MOVE ON.

french_bistro

Once I was a diplomat.

Im so scared when I miss you