ramble schramble.
gawd, such a good ass monday.
Emily came to USF and we headed over to Stacey's for dinner with claire and Jana. good food, good company, good times. It's sad that Angela and Reanne moved out but it was nice meeting the new roomies Brooke and Bryce. cool cats.
maan, 3 hours of Lost is crazy. I'm soo full from dinner still. I wish this monday was like every monday...the girls were right, such a good transition into the week. I'm so motivated to take care of my shit before I venture into celebrating the nat'l holiday this thursday.
As I try to finish this entry, Christian is currently showing me little bits of lyrics he's writing and it makes me miss writing in a real journal. I don't know... it makes me miss the authenticity of actually writing thoughts down on paper with my messy penmanship. It's funny how I only find myself writing in a real journal when something bad or life-changing happens, then after that... I tend to neglect it until another ordeal comes along when I inevitably have to stumble upon it again.
this is soo random but sometimes when I look at my roomies side of the room (because there are lots of pictures of her and her bf), I sometimes wonder how it feels to be loved by another person so much and to get it.
I love being single and all but sometimes I just want to know that another person loves me as much as I love them and we both get it. okay, i'm being really corny. ha, even for my own good. but ya, you know it's all true. in the end, it's what matters the most... living a life worth living for.
haha, I just want to break into the Moulin Rouge Medley now "love is a many spendid thing, love lifts us up where we belong... all you need is love..." LOL
man, this is the shit that goes through my head at the end of the day. ha, as ronnie would cleverly say, "fuck it. I'm goin to ass out."
Emily came to USF and we headed over to Stacey's for dinner with claire and Jana. good food, good company, good times. It's sad that Angela and Reanne moved out but it was nice meeting the new roomies Brooke and Bryce. cool cats.
maan, 3 hours of Lost is crazy. I'm soo full from dinner still. I wish this monday was like every monday...the girls were right, such a good transition into the week. I'm so motivated to take care of my shit before I venture into celebrating the nat'l holiday this thursday.
As I try to finish this entry, Christian is currently showing me little bits of lyrics he's writing and it makes me miss writing in a real journal. I don't know... it makes me miss the authenticity of actually writing thoughts down on paper with my messy penmanship. It's funny how I only find myself writing in a real journal when something bad or life-changing happens, then after that... I tend to neglect it until another ordeal comes along when I inevitably have to stumble upon it again.
this is soo random but sometimes when I look at my roomies side of the room (because there are lots of pictures of her and her bf), I sometimes wonder how it feels to be loved by another person so much and to get it.
I love being single and all but sometimes I just want to know that another person loves me as much as I love them and we both get it. okay, i'm being really corny. ha, even for my own good. but ya, you know it's all true. in the end, it's what matters the most... living a life worth living for.
haha, I just want to break into the Moulin Rouge Medley now "love is a many spendid thing, love lifts us up where we belong... all you need is love..." LOL
man, this is the shit that goes through my head at the end of the day. ha, as ronnie would cleverly say, "fuck it. I'm goin to ass out."