Pitter Patter

I woke up this morning to the glorious sound of rain. I love it so. What a great way to wake up!!!!!!

I'm trying to look for the positive in life, and move away from the negative. I'm going to go dance in the rain today, and get some soup with my friend Jenny...soup has healing powers, you know.

Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning...

That's from the Bible, kids. True words.

Self-Analyzing, What's New?

Went to my parents' 30th anniversary dinner today. Well, that's a long time to be married.

Lately, I've noticed myself being slightly obsessed with the idea of relationships, which is completely unlike me. I mean, I know better--looking for a relationship is simply foolish. I've always believed that relationships, and love, should be accidental. What's the point in trying to plan out love?

I think this yearning (I hate that word) for a relationship is the direct cause of trying to let go of J. And I'm really failing at letting go. I still think about him, every day. And that's much too often. Although he's still my friend, he just doesn't deserve that much of my time. But in so many ways, he was that accidental love--the kind that ambushed me out of nowhere. And now that I must give him up, it's extremely hard to recover. But what better way to recover than to cling onto someone else...

That's obviously WRONG!! I never thought I would be that girl...

I'm frustrated now because I know I sound so very foolish. In the end, I know how picky I am, and I know I would never start a relationship if it wasn't right. As much as my heart aches to heal all its wounds, I would never use a person to do it.

I know that I have to do it all on my own. But healing pain on your own...that's the scariest idea ever.

Farewell To A Crooked Dagger

He doesn't own me anymore.
I left the pool of blood by the door
of the murder scene,
burgundy screams.

Sharp tears drenching my skin
I'll never go back again.

He'll keep his crooked dagger in his pocket.
Her face remains in his golden locket.
He never cared for mine,
I left his mess of lies behind.

And although it still pains me to the core.
I'm starting to see...
He doesn't own me anymore.

Oh, My Love

I'm soooooo getting this dvd of the concert (since I saw it in las vegas and all back in sept.

Oh, to tell you how long I've been a Justin fan, well you would laugh at me. But play around with this little thingy here and you can see some footage from the concert.

Why is he so darn sexy?

Just In Time for Turkey

My mind has been racing the past few days, and I feel like I've been secluded from, you know, life. Case in point: my friend sent me a text that said "Hey stranger, where ya been?"

Hell if I know...going insane.

But my essay is done!! Yayyyyyyy. I realized that it was the last real essay I will ever have to write for college. Cause I graduate next semester, and all my classes will be journalism classes (and one Italian). So I'll be writing articles for the most part.

Anyway, I'm glad Thanksgiving is coming soon!!! It makes me VERY happy. Especially because I need a break (and an amazing meal to boot). Mmmmm...stuffing.

Oh, sorry. One track mind. Hope you all have an amazing Thanksgiving!! Maybe I'll have pictures of my adorable nephews to share after Thursday (they're visiting right now).

Miss Keys, You Got Soul!

LOVE HER. And her CD is pretty much outstanding. Download "Superwoman" on Ares, or Limewire, or whatever hip dowloader you kids are using these days.

And...how can one woman be soooo darn pretty?

Ok, that's all for today. Gosh, I love pianos.

Hard Day's Night

So, today I have to start that seven page paper. HAVE to. And what am I doing now? Not starting it. It's a hard life being a procrastinator. Three more weeks until finals!! So five more weeks until the semester is over!!

Can I even wait that long?

Last night I did what every juvenile boy does before he goes to sleep (no not that, you dirty-minded people!): I played guitar hero. I was pretty bad at it, if I do say so myself. But I kept "practicing" on the little plastic guitar and finally beat the song (Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box"). I can see how that stupid game could be addictive. After all, in my youth, I was all about Super Mario Bros. and the secret passageways to skip levels (those were cooooooool).

Random: Yesterday I talked to a very adorable Mexican boy that works in the cafe next to me--just had to bring that up cause he was so charming. Maybe I should "drop in" sometime for some coffee. hehe. Well, sometimes I'm a flirt. (I swear I put this in here for Anthony to read...since he's a HUGE flirt as well and will give me advice).

Ok, ok. Onto writing my essay...

CrAzY Week.

I feel like I've been on crack this week. Not that I would know.

Oh, seven page paper...I do not want to write you! I love to learn, I'm over school though. I am not a fan of writing about Socialism.

Boys (and no I will not call them men) have been random this week. One guy, who flirted with me heavily for half the month, got a girlfriend like 2 weeks ago, right? So I was like, ok...I'll back away with the flirting. Not only does he continue flirting (not a surprise), he decides to tell me something interesting today. He said, "You know, it would have never worked between us (pause)...well, actually I know it would have worked between us. Yeah, pretty much."

I said nothing, and kind of gave him this stare that said "WHY are you telling me this?" Then I just gave him a hug, what else was I gonna do?

Why are so many guys man whores???

I have other instances of other boys being random, but I won't bore you with details.

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I'm ready to graduate. I've come to that conclusion. And I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind. Ahhhhhhhh...ok. This post makes NO SENSE (as usual). Excuse my jibberish.

Cough! Cough!

That's what I sound like...except I don't feel sick. So, like...I kinda put off seeing a doctor for a week and a half, right? And finally my mom yelled at me enough (oh moms...) and I found out that I have Bronchitis! Yayyyy!

Haha, oops...maybe I should have gone earlier *shrug*

See, there are the hypochondriacs, and then there's me, the complete opposite.

So I'm on some medication that makes me essentially allergic to the sun (eh, who needs the sun anyway...I can make it on my own!).

Other than that, it's been a busy, but alright week. It's that time of the year when you're kinda suffocated from essays and tests (but for me, it's phlegm). So yeah, that's my story for this week, hope all of you are well and in good health!

Yay for Gay Lance!!!

Ummm, meeting Lance was AMAZING. Seriously though, whenever you meet a member of the band you once adored...it's just SURREAL. So yeah, I got to talk with him, take a picture (err, multiple pictures) and honestly, it was one of the best days ever.

Yes, I am a nerd. Enjoy the pictures :)


Here's my friend Ali talking with Lance. She's always been enamored my him, so she lost it a little.

YAY for Lance!!!

Yeah, he's the gay one.

I'm going to a Lance Bass book signing today in L.A.

hehehe.

Once an *NSYNC fan, always an *NSYNC fan. Hopefully I can score pictures for you all to see :)