I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity

I want to move to Australia for a few months.
And take my trip to Memphis.
Who's coming?

Snow Day

It's snowing.
and I have "Snow Day" by Honorary Title stuck in my head.
Seems appropriate.

I also don't have classes tomorrow and that just makes me BEYOND happy. Oh man. I have NOTHING to do until 5pm tomorrow. This is strange. I can sleep LATE. Past 12 if i want to! That's CRAZY-TALK.

However, because I know i do not have any morning-afternoon obligations, I am awake at 2am and reading "I hope you dance" books on my bookshelf that my godmother gave me on my 16th birthday. I should just go to sleep. I'm a freak after hours. I'm either overly nostalgic or feel the need to have a battle royale with my little brother....and so far I haven't kicked down his door demanding a fight.

So I'm reading this book right - and it's essentially the lyrics from the song made into a little uplifting story - but due to my explosions of estrogen I got all emotional and touched by the words, and I'm convincing myself that there's a reason i decided to look at this book tonight. When I got to the last page, it said "It's not the end. it's only the beginning."And come on, how cliche and gay is that but for some reason, it made me feel better. So right now - I'm alright. More optimistic and open minded about where my life may or may not go over the next few weeks, months...whatever.

"Let the music move you - let the moment take your hand - dive off the high board - ride with the top down - thrive like a wildflower - and sing with a voice all your own"


"Evolve. Take a chance. Take a ticket. Take a fast train to the coast. No guts. No glory. It's risky breathing, let alone needing, trusting, reaching out. Life is the leap of faith, the bold declaration - of hope."

I'm a loser. Goodnight.

Dwagons

I have reached the point where I do not want to do work. At all. Anymore. For the rest of my life. Suddenly, anything else in the world sounds more important than me getting my 4.0
SCREW YOU ADELPHI, and the black panther you rode in on.

I had a scary dream last night that I was killed by a dragon.
Well, it didn't kill me, but it threw me around a lot.
And then left me for dead.
And all these presents were falling out of a flying monorail in the sky.
I couldn't enjoy them though cause...the dragon was watching.

Stumbleupon.com has become my new sanctuary.

I reaally, reeaaallly like Miley Cyrus's new song, and it angers me that it isn't on itunes. I also never thought I would ever say that.

Ouch.

Lauren Sauer's infatuation with blogging has inspired me to create my own little blogsphere.
I think we both just miss our livejournals too much.

I'm about to have a nice relaxing weekend away with TSJ. In Jersey.
Nothin says "i love you" like dirty jerz.

I need this though, so bad. I haven't had a day to myself since classes started up again. I'm not allowed to bring actual clothes either - just sweats....and nipple tassles. Nope. Just Sweats.

I have a new obsession with Missy Higgins. Her voice is so soothing. I can't stop listening to her. It makes me want to write music. I need to find someone to collaborate with me. Times like these i wish i were more musically independent.

Getting your period the night before Valentines Day....not as cool as you'd think it would be.