When the answer that you want is in the question that you state, come what may.
Man, I'm sitting here listening to this really good mix of rockin' music, and thinking about love, and I how I want it.
The Killers make me happy.
Got the new Mars Volta album. Sounds pretty good to me.
So, um, hey God, send me a wife. So I don't have to worry about it later. Because I know I will.
That Killers song I posted lyrics to a bit ago, has become the song of my life for the past week or so. When I listen to it, I start thinking about particular people, smiles, tears, happiness, gloom, etc. etc. et. al. blah blah blah. Then the song afterward, "Smile Like You Mean It", reminds me that I'm living, that this is what's called a life, and I'll be fine. Everyone will be fine. It's life.
Excited to see my family. It seems like Thanksgiving break was just a week ago or so, though. But that's okay, this time I'll be hanging out a lot longer and maybe I'll be able to see everyone I want to. I hope not too many bridges are built than there should be, because I wouldn't be able to handle it. And I hope every situation I get myself into works out on the good side of things.
I used really good assonance in the second sentence of the last paragraph.
Grammar.
I'm at a weird place in my life right now. Individualism is taking its course, adult life is on the horizon. I don't know how I feel about it. Do I feel old? New, even? Who knows. I definitely know the value of friends on one's own, that's for sure. Without mine, I don't know where I'd be.
So The Compromise will probably be ready after Christmas break. I'm scheduling for next semester's classes soon, and I think I'm ready to concentrate on school a lot harder now.
Oh Internet, happy thank you for sitting there and letting me leak my life to you drop after drop.
This entry is quite choppy.
Thoughts.
I want to grab the door, swing it wide the fuck open, run in, and scream at the top of my lungs. Let everyone know I'm here.
The Killers make me happy.
Got the new Mars Volta album. Sounds pretty good to me.
So, um, hey God, send me a wife. So I don't have to worry about it later. Because I know I will.
That Killers song I posted lyrics to a bit ago, has become the song of my life for the past week or so. When I listen to it, I start thinking about particular people, smiles, tears, happiness, gloom, etc. etc. et. al. blah blah blah. Then the song afterward, "Smile Like You Mean It", reminds me that I'm living, that this is what's called a life, and I'll be fine. Everyone will be fine. It's life.
Excited to see my family. It seems like Thanksgiving break was just a week ago or so, though. But that's okay, this time I'll be hanging out a lot longer and maybe I'll be able to see everyone I want to. I hope not too many bridges are built than there should be, because I wouldn't be able to handle it. And I hope every situation I get myself into works out on the good side of things.
I used really good assonance in the second sentence of the last paragraph.
Grammar.
I'm at a weird place in my life right now. Individualism is taking its course, adult life is on the horizon. I don't know how I feel about it. Do I feel old? New, even? Who knows. I definitely know the value of friends on one's own, that's for sure. Without mine, I don't know where I'd be.
So The Compromise will probably be ready after Christmas break. I'm scheduling for next semester's classes soon, and I think I'm ready to concentrate on school a lot harder now.
Oh Internet, happy thank you for sitting there and letting me leak my life to you drop after drop.
This entry is quite choppy.
Thoughts.
I want to grab the door, swing it wide the fuck open, run in, and scream at the top of my lungs. Let everyone know I'm here.