... full speed ahead, and damn the tomorrows ...

Usually this is one of my favorite quotes.

Yet, today, I'm not so apt to believe it.

Tonight wasn't the greatest - to say the least.

But I'm kind of out of it, so I guess I'm just going to do the rest of the post and get some sleep.

After all, I do have an important pre-calc quiz to fail tomorrow.

Dammit. I'm biting my fingernails again.

The first post in a long time... and it's terribly short.

I'm going to bed.

&& I'm not so much afraid of heights as I am of being tempted to jump.

So, because I've been posting whatever I feel like on my myspace these days, this has sort of just stopped being really useful. Except for my reeeeally really emo-girl posts. Hah.

Today is a good day, though. I'm just busy being bored at work and not really doing much of anything (but hey, what's new, kids?).

I recently started talking to two of my friends that I haven't been talking to lately. And it's kind of made my month a whole hell of a lot better. Even though I've only spoke to one of them once; the fact that we aren't 'not talking' anymore just makes today really great.

And I have an apple juice box. Woot.

I just have one question to ask all of you...

Nowait. Please... don't answer that. I'm not entirely sure that I really do want to know.

Only half done. More to come.

Life. Doesn't. Really... Work.

Things are all messed up. I'm just trying to get things straight. It's not working out like planned.

I've determined that life is just too messy. You can try to live, to be honest, to keep your feelings straight and your head up, and in the end, it's really not going to make any difference. There is just no way to escape ... well, living, with your feelings intact.

You can either choose to have some sort of a soul, and care about people's feelings, and how you affect them, or to be a stone cold bitch with no feelings whatsoever.

The first option will leave you crying on your floor, or completely miserable. Usually both. There is no way to not hurt the people you love. Let me repeat this;

There is no way to not hurt the people you love.

The second option will leave you in my current state. You must completely forget that the people you have hurt ever existed, no matter how much it tries to rip you apart from the inside. Usually they'll take care of this for you, and you just have to resist the urge to cry/kick something whenever someone says their name.

There is no way you can win. There's no way any of us can win.

What's the point of trying to live an inspired life when you have to live without feelings?

December.

I believe in sleeping in.
I believe in giving 100% when you only have 80.
I believe in love, arguing, & jamming out by yourself in the car.
I believe in kisses on the forehead.
I believe in having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
I believe in having someone play with your hair.
I believe in swinging on swings & running in the rain.
I believe in miracles & random acts of kindness.
I believe in saying hello to anyone & everyone.
I believe in second chances.
I believe in high fives.
I believe in not fitting in.
I believe in myself.
I believe in God.
I believe in having role models.
I believe in passion.
I believe in believing.

In the short time I knew you, you... were a complete ass.

And yet I remember everything you ever said to me. And could probably remember every conversation we ever had.

I know. I tried too hard. Still.

Please. Stop existing.

Because... well, you'd be surprised what people can come up with, when they want to sell you something.

"I was just wondering how it is that you comb your hair so the horns don't show?"

-Scrubs

You say why, and I say I don't know...

Penguins just make me smile.

^.^

 <----- So do owls. -grins-

The Beatles are pretty much rocking my world right now.

Even though my dad keeps talking about their 'pop mediocrity.' Excuse me while I go roll my eyes for a century and a half. He compared them to bloody N'Sync. Gah. Parents.

I love Audrey. I could dedicate an entire post to that one picture. Brilliant.

And you cannot tell me that the last picture didn't just make you completely happy inside.

I want one now. Except Moose and my new pet would probably fight. A lot.

And I hear that they like to steal && hoard shiny objects. =/

Not sure how I feel about that. I like my shiny objects, thankyouverymuch.

G'night, Kiddies. Merry Christmas.