Query: Am I the only one who is so confused about everything they should not be confused about ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here at my computer desk at almost 1 in the morning, now Saturday, having done nothing today before hand. For the past two hours I've been fooling around with my iPod and buying music; The Postal Service and Sufjan Stevens, to be exact ( Read more... )

You Should Learn French
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This is from the movie Grace of my Heart. . . and all I can imagine when I hear this song (situation-wise) is a girl having her boyfriend wake up from a coma and remembering everyone but her, and this plays as she has to remove everything from his room that could connect him to her, or, now, nobody ( Read more... )

Freaked out today during my sax lesson; i get like that, Things get to hard, I freak out and things get harder. Mom went to work, I freaked out more. Called Dylan. Cried on his strong shoulders for a while. Then I went and got him the love letter I meant to send by mail, but he deserved it now. From his point of view, he said when the phone rang, ( Read more... )

Ugh. It's been a week. It's been a week since I've updated. It's been a week since I ended driver's ed. It's just been a long annoying week ( Read more... )

I want to be deep. But I'm not sure I have the ability to. I doubt that I ever had. I doubt I ever will ( Read more... )

I wish the world would stop lying to me and telling me that I can make it ( Read more... )

I wrote this about 5 minutes ago. I think it's pretty OK. It makes me wish I could play guitar. Or it makes me wish that someone who DID play guitar would take my 'song' and put music to it. From there they can have it. I just do words, apparently ( Read more... )