Back in November or something like that, I told myself that I'd post these lyrics to If You See Her Say Hello today ( Read more... )

School is really coming to a close now. I feel worn down but I survived, I suppose ( Read more... )

I'm finally feeling well-rested. And my room is finally clean again ( Read more... )

Hello Diary and those who read it,

Things are going well. I feel content.

The one thing that is bother me these days is my messed up sleep. I never thought that I could ever develop a sleeping problem, but it seems like I have. I am having problems sleeping at regular hours. I hope that this is something that will clear itself up during the summer. ( Read more... )

Ah... school is coming to an end. This is going to be such an extreme month; since I don't have exams, all my projects are going to be due in March. I hope I makea it out alive. And if I get through that, I have the MCAT waiting for me. Wow, I love my life ( Read more... )

This is why El rocks my world at 5:20 AM ( Read more... )

I've been having problems breathing in my sleep lately. I can't seem to get any air into my lungs and I feel very congested. Probably from the lack of oxygen, I start having strange sensations and thoughts. And yes, thoughts that go beyond the realm of Jonathan Taylor Thomas (see previous post).

I have to scratch off volunteering tomorrow for City ( Read more... )

My brain is tired from learning about the brain. Bellringer on Friday... must do well. Or else lab members will make fun of me ( Read more... )

So my friend, Deanna, asks me today if I was feeling particularly emo given my posting of the lyrics to Positively 4th Street. I told her no, but I don't think she believed me. Well, Deanna, this next few lines are for you ( Read more... )

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

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I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
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