Finish this sentence:

" You haven't lived until you've..."

oh--- and it's okay to be serious, although I know it's tempting to take the humorous route. Either will do.

do you ever feel like the littlest tasks or problems are the hardest? Like they all kind of pile up in a very unsuspecting way and block all efforts put towards solving bigger problems? They just multiply and multiply, spliltting themselves apart like some sort of asexual cell or creature until the form something monsterous. Some people can take on ( Read more... )

Is it wrong that I used the itunes music store to buy my parent's song, put it in my "romance" playlist and feel hopeful for love whenever I hear it? It really shouldn't. It should remind me that what may seem like the most beautiful thing in the world acually isn't forever and will probably play a large role in your unhappiness. And yet all I can ( Read more... )

Should you aim to be special, or comfortable? Should you fiercely tackle your goals, or just let things happen on their own? Is it possible that your instincts are too premature? Should you let time smooth out your apprehension? Does that work? Should you pray? Does THAT ever work ( Read more... )

hmmmm.... it's christmas... i'm bored. That's why I came back to live journal. Because I'm home, and being here has brought me back to the home of my previous lj addiction. Plus, I just really felt the urge to write ( Read more... )

I hate this fucking computer. I embraced it with such love and compassion, and then it turned on me like a heartless, cold, frigid mother-fucking bitch. I spent far too much money on this thing and my stupid iPod to have neither one of them work. Fuck. Technology and I do not get along at all ( Read more... )

Yeah, bitches! Tomorrow, at around 3 or 4 o'clock I would like to go to the beach and stick around until the cops round up the herd! We can picnic, frisbee, perhaps even have a board game tournament, whatever. But that will be the place, and you will be the people- my people. I wonder if I will ever have that much pride in being assosciated with a ( Read more... )

With every passing day I seem to be snipping away another anchor that's been making me immobile. With every "last" I seem to be able to breath a little more. Because people are leaving, and it's sad, but they're showing me that I can do it. That it's going to be good. That something so seemingly painful may be exactly what I need. I still feel like ( Read more... )

I love all of my friends more than life itself.

I hate my mother with my entire being. I can't wait to get away from her.

You may think I'm kidding, but I mean it. I've never hated anyone so much in my life, and I'm not sure I ever will.

It's like when you wake up an hour before your alarm goes off, and you snuggle under your blankets and suddenly appreciate sleep, and warmth, and dreams, etc. And you are so grateful that you have a whole hour left to appreciate them ( Read more... )