life wears me out... or maybe staying up too late, and drinking too much coffee so that when i DO try to sleep i can't... maybe THAT wears me out. or maybe dealing with people, maybe that wears me out. no, because MOST dealings with people encourage (right word? i guess) me. maybe i wear myself out. i wear myself out.

at 20 years old there are days when you feel like you have attained this side of 20, the adult-like mannerisms of maturity. then there are days when you feel the five year old, and the junior higher, and the high-schooler full of teenage angst all dragging at you're mind, pulling you back into that time of foggy, utter confusion. maybe not ( Read more... )

i really confuse myself sometimes! wow.

march did not bring spring, however it does bring spring break. kyle's is this week, so we are currently attempting to beat final fantasy VII, pulling an all nighter for a noble cause for once. w3ll, b3s7 g3t b4ck to s4v1ng th3 w0rld!

the ants go MARCHing one by one, HURRAH! HURRAH!
the ants go MARCHing one by one, HURRAH! HURRAH!
the ants go MARCHing one by one, the little one stops to suck his thumb,
and they all go MARCHing down, to the ground, to get out, of the rain.

PLEASE BRING SPRING MARCH!
please?

my mind/heart is a total mess. i don't know what's going on at all. i can't focus. i don't have focus. the world is out of focus. fuzzy, fickle, fearfully frought, thinking of thoughts. i'm just so tired. what's going on?

how are you going to sit there and whine about how you disagree with a class, and pointing out how THIS is wrong and THAT is wrong, and blah blah blah, and in the very next breath say stuff about people being so set in their beliefs that they get set off when anyone disagrees with them? how? HOW!? this makes no sense to me. if they agreed with you ( Read more... )

take a look at what's what, inside your soul ( Read more... )

oh bronchitis how we love thee, such interesting colors thou dost make our coughs. such interesting feelings thou givest us in our chest. such wonderful pills we take to disown thee. oh bronchitis, how we love thee.

sometimes people just confuse the hell out of me! haha. fickleness would seem to be one of humanities primary characteristics. *sigh* i pray for steadfastness along my current path.