At this point, I can't think of anything I want more. The urge is so strong that I can't go a day without thinking about it. So many times I catch myself romanticizing in the middle of the day, just staring off into a wall or computer screen...wishing everything I was thinking about at that exact moment in time would come true. Do you ever catch ( Read more... )

I don't usually do those, "What I did today..." updates, but I'm incredibly lame right now so here it goes ( Read more... )

Time is an amazing thing. In a year so much can change, all because of time. Time can mean so many things though, whether it be the span from one point in space to another, or a traveling distance between things - whatever you take it to be. This is not my point. My point is that no matter what, things will change. Your friends will come and go or ( Read more... )

I always want to update this but never have anything important to say. Come to think of it, do I ever have anything important to say?

(I'm not sure why my dates on here are so messed up. It's definately not December 30th, but I'm too lazy to fix it.)

Winter ( Read more... )

It has finally arrived. And on Christmas...it couldn't have come at a better time.
Greatest video ever.
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This Is You Too

December sleet fills the roof
With the "pitter-pat" of anxiousness,
But Santa's not coming this year.
He died in a blizzard.
Merry Christmas.

So it's Christmas Eve, right? Yes. That means Christmas is tomorrow. It also means I get to spend the next 12 hours of my life at my Grandma's house in a scratchy sweater that she probably sewed herself out of goat skin. Don't get me wrong, I love sweaters, just not the one's she gets me. We also have to go to some Candle Light service, which ( Read more... )

Tuff Guy Hardcore. You think you're tough or something, because you're mean when you mosh. Moshing is probably your life ( Read more... )

I am only cartelidge and bone.
I am nothing at all.
I don't want to leave you,
Left to wilt beside a garden of flowers.
I don't want this,
To be rendered in a fashion unfashionable.
I don't want us,
Decaying on a dying artform of landscape.
My ribcage has become ajar,
And everything that is inside,
within reach,
is yours,
and yours only.