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The Holstee Manifesto.

The Holstee Manifesto.

that moment where your heart stops beating because you made a really, really stupid mistake and you know there’s going to be a mini-hell to pay.
i am tired of waiting.
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owlbait:

Scientists discover most relaxing tune ever

Weightless works by using specific rhythms, tones, frequencies and intervals to relax the listener. A continuous rhythm of 60 BPM causes the brainwaves and heart rate to synchronise with the rhythm: a process known as ‘entrainment’. Low underlying bass tones relax the listener and a low whooshing sound with a trance-like quality takes the listener into an even deeper state of calm.

Dr David Lewis, one of the UK’s leading stress specialists said: “‘Weightless’ induced the greatest relaxation – higher than any of the other music tested. Brain imaging studies have shown that music works at a very deep level within the brain, stimulating not only those regions responsible for processing sound but also ones associated with emotions.”

i am so deeply relaxed it’s very difficult to type right now.

lights make me happy.

lights make me happy.

Id: My chest feels tight.
Ego: Well, my chest hurts because I'm turned in a funny direction and quite honestly this has been going on for some time--do you think it's an on-going problem?
Superego: I think that my chest hurts because you haven't been doing anything worthwhile with your time and it's telling me that.
Id: I think my chest hurts because I'm tired and I want something. I know what it is. You guys know too.
Ego: Stop it.
Superego: Bad idea.
Id: I'm going for it.
glass houses.

glass houses.

sunday morning.

With the time change, I woke up earlier than usual. That, and the fact that I slept more yesterday because I did absolutely n  o  t  h  i  n  g productive.

I haven’t moved from my bed yet. 

I’ve been awake for almost an hour.

I’m getting hungry. I have mountains of homework. I need to wash my hair because it’s getting gross. My neck hurts from sleeping funny.

Have you ever had those dreams where you wake up and you don’t know where you dreams end and life begins?

I’ve had a lot of those lately.

They terrify me only because I’ve started processing them as memories, not dreams. And these are out-and-out impossible in life dreams. Are they?

what a great site name. really gets your attention.

what a great site name. really gets your attention.

Tommy: Soo-woop
Me: Wtf
Tommy: It's a blood call. Like bloods and crips.
Me: Tommy...you're so hood.
A Real Live Text Blog Post

It’s one am, and Saturday Night Live was over an hour ago. 

(It was pretty sweet.) 

(Charlie Day and Maroon 5 all the way.)

But the only thing that I’ve really done today (or yesterday, if you really want to get technical) that was productive was take the SAT. I haven’t even touched my loads of homework. My senioritis has kicked in a year early, and I don’t even want to think about my grades. So I don’t, and my life is a little easier that way. I’ve given up on being Asian-neurotic. It’s too stressful.

But I have a few things that I would like to start doing:

1. Homework. In a timely manner. (Wow, what a novel idea.)

2. Read Important Things. Like the newspaper and The Economist and oh I don’t know maybe get a subscription to random magazines that actually have world/national news that don’t involve the Kardashians. (Although her $18 million marriage is something I briefly considered going to the Occupy movement for. That is the 1% we should be focusing on. Do you know how many years of college that could have paid for? Of course you do; that was a much-reblogged post on Tumblr.)

3. Stop procrastinating. (Ties into #1.) But this includes swearing off of Netflix, which feeds off of my time. It’s the spawn of the devil. 

4. Go shopping for winter clothes. I was waiting in freezing cold wind in cropped sweats, Uggs, and a Juicy tracksuit jacket. NOT appropriate cold-weather gear.

5. I’ll think of more. There’s always more.

I dislike my writing posts, because they seem so awkward when I read them back and I’m a little embarrassed/hesitant to post them, but I feel like if I actually start writing things and getting things put down into words, I can chalk it down to almost like a little bit of if not practice, something more intelligent than my usual “blogging” style of just funny/hipster/pretty pictures.