Chocolate cake is Schmexy, hands down. I may love blueberry cheesecake more than I do my left foot, but a good, simple CC is Extravaganza Eleganza all on it's own. <3 (<3 will always be an ice cream cone for me, btw)

So tomorrow is The Unspeakable Day. 'Nuff said.

One other thing is Schmexy: a sultry telephone voice of someone you've never met. Seriously. It's like an analogue chocolate cake. Mine sounds like a 80's has-been on helium gas, but I do love a mysterious phantom voice, haha. Never mind seeing the actual person. Speculation is so much schmexier that seeing, right? What is wrong with me...

I'll be coming home in a few days! I just hope that the last 2 important school-related events/blah (Class Jackets + Research Defense) left for me to do flies to save me a dreadful headache. Now if I can just remember the immunizations I've already had...

It's has been long. Long. LONG, demmit, since I last felt the compulsion to write something down that's so accessible. But because I so desperately want to see the latest episode of Kings in the next few minutes or so, I am writing as a last ditch effort to keep mahself ah-wake.

So I'm here. Now. Here now.

Okay, I've missed displaying an online flailing [clue: bare], but everyone out who performed deserved flails all around. I'm still pretty sad that they didn't get a standing ov after their last show. I'm also pretty sad that I didn't have the guts to stand up, regardless. Well, nothing I can do now, but I sincerely hope that they were stellar.

This is so gonna be a most disjointed thing.

For the past couple of days I have been studying for the looming 200- item, half Board-type questions, half integrated questions (like, if a diabetic, hypertensive, myopic primigravid, complaining of hypogastric pain, with a cob angle of 40 degrees suddenly develops central facial paralysis, where is the lesion, haha!) Comprehensive Exam. Honestly, try as I might, my eyes just skim over Ze Transes. And because it bumps up my Internet life to way later, I'm breaking out despite the fact that we are supposed to be relatively benign these days. Ew, you didn't have to know that. So as of today- or more accurately, as of 20 minutes before the penultimate full showing of the Witch Mountain for the day- I am officially shunning all academic endeavor. All. ALL! I'd like to bum, now, please.

Just today, I stumbled upon a very depressing, beautiful, gah musical: The Last 5 Years. Now I haven't memorized the whole thing yet, but given time (aka 2 days) I'd be belting out "Shiksa Goddess" while I shampoo my hair. *sigh* That dude in Shortbus was quite right. Why do sad things tend to be so beautiful?

So by Asian standards, my scorned BMI does not fit in the "normal" range. Seriously. And when I lamented the state of my health to someone, she just said "[sic] you're not Asian, you're fat!" In an effort to be gorgeous this summer- and hopefully for the rest of my life- I jog. At night. Midnight, in fact (you cannot believe the amount of couples going at it in Baywalk at this hour). Scary? Hell, yes. So if one day I just disappear, please remember that I jog at night to avoid the scorching sun.

Class jackets in the works, woot!

Lately I've been quite sad-bordering-on-depressed. Meh. I don't know what to freakin' do about it! I don't even know what causes it. So how do I deal with it? Sure, I might have a clue, but if I turn out to be right then I'm doomed, because if I am right then I really can't do anything about it! Run on, there! So I'm just trying to be happy. So is being happy, like love, a choice, too? All that silver lining BS when all you can see are clear blue skies with hints of humidity here and there? Or. The blue skies are sort of "it." Right? But why do I feel sad! Haha, this is not turning out to be very lucid.

Last week something happened. And something fitted. That was happy. Take that, Sad Bordering On Depressed! Something actually felt right. And will continue feeling right from here on out. At least, as far as moi is concerned. But there. It's been a year since. And I've never felt so vulnerable, yet so freakin' in control. Vague, yet again.

Kings, done! Woot! I just hope I stay awake for my lonesome to be able to enjoy this.

Now I'm getting somewhere
I'm finally breaking through

PS This post is so Lara-inspired, haha. :D