If power is the complete control of your surroundings, then I feel powerful. Taking a simple sheet of college ruled paper and crumpling it up into a ball doesn't take very much work, but it produces a lot of power.

I control my life. Calculus doesn't.

In other news: I cant fuggin believe I bought see-through Christmas Paper! AGH

I cant explain this one...I was at some place with this giant water machine. I have no clue what the machine did, but it cycles water around. Some girl got caught in it and the guy that was helping her did a shit job, so she vanished. Whether she died or not remains a mystery, but I can remember those screams pretty well ( Read more... )

I was watching Kingdom of Heaven tonight and it was cool to watch people fight/die for something they believe in so much (religion) and that thing may not even exist. It made me want to believe in something that much too ( Read more... )

Whatever...I dont even know why I feel so upset about not having a job in the unit next semester because it really should be a relief. I dunno, I guess I kinda feel insulted by it ( Read more... )

I usually believed that people sang only out of hope; that life hurt so much for them that the only way their spirit could feel good was if they sang ( Read more... )

My face is about to cave in starting with the sinuses first.

I still have a shit ton of calc to finish too.

Pool tomorrow morning...yay for waterpolo, boo for 6 am

Christmas tree, check. Ben's gift, check. Kristen's gift, check.

I just want to go to sleep.

I worry about things I cannot control too much

~Thus~

I have lost my self-confidence.

I'm going to bed, and it's not even 8 yet.

When I go up into the mountains, all my worries disappear. But when I return to home, so do the problems.

I'm a mess. I don't know what to do with myself. Frankly, I feel really lost.

I'll be online tonight, depending if I can stay awake.

locked my keys in the car...way to go Stefan

I had a nasty nightmare last night. I dont remember the gory details, just the gist of the dream. A man followed my dad home and shot him in our front yard because of road rage. I dunno how it happened, but all of us (me, my two siblings, and my mom) were outside by the front door when it happened. Then the guy proceeded to shoot at us. For some ( Read more... )