Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
appreciate good talent.
and check out all her other videos because she's amazing.
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When he will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
His day was mine
No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Do you know what I hate hate hate hate? Dissecting books in class. I usually really like the books we read in class (don't judge). BUTTT. I hate analyzing everything the author writes. SERIOUSLY? The author probably said the guy's shirt was black because that's the only clean shirt he had. NOT because it foreshadows his depression to come. Hey, maybe it does mean something more, but I'm not really interested in that. Anyway, when I love a book, I like to enjoy it without having to write three essays about it and whatnot. I mean, it's interesting to know kind of what the author wanted the reader to find out, but I also think every reader should take from it what they can. Ya know? I just read Flight for my English class... and I really, really liked it. I hope I feel the same way at the end of this semester.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir, because I’m not myself you see.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
at my age, EVERYTHING is trial and error.
it's getting old.
FURNITURE STORE PEOPLE ARE SO MEAN.
I love 500 Days of Summer. I love the idea of Autumn.
I have no idea what's going on in the world right now. It's disgusting.
I'm pretty excited about school. and about my newest addition to my boot collection. cute, cuteee.
You can tell a lot about a person by the company he/she keeps.
I keep wayy too much company for you to learn anything about me that way.
I looked up through my sky window and only saw one lonely star. goodnight.