i dont want to be an advertisment.

even when all the voices are screaming, i hear your whisper above the crowd

i have a lot going on this week.
i guess im always complaining about being busy.

christmas is coming! is it sad, i only want books for christmas? =) answer? of course not.
i have most of my shopping done. and i've started my baking! gingerbread, and snickerdoodles so far. any easy cookie suggestions guys and girls?

I have vocal auditions for the school musical tomorrow. It's gonna be "Chicago" so, wish me luck on my alto notes! ( =S )
Wed i have dance auditions, right after giving blood, then off i go to the university, to see a play. then i work straight til next monday. ...yippee.

dear world, im angry owl city is popular now. is that spiteful of me?


They eat out

In restaurants we argue

over which of us will pay for your funeral.

though the real question is

whether or not I will make you immortal.

At that moment only I

can do it and so

I raise the magic fork
over the plate of beef fried rice

and plunge it into your heart.
There is a faint pop, a sizzle

and through your own split head

you rise up glowing;

the celing opens
a voice sings Love Is A Many

Splendoured Thing
you hang suspended above the city

in blue tights and a red cape,
your eyes flashing in unison.

The other diners regard you
some with awe, some only with bordom:

they cannot decide if you are a new weapon
or only a new advertisement.

As for me, I continue eating;
I liked you better the way you were,
but you were always ambitious.

- Margaret Atwood

i have a phobia of eating moldy bread.

Category?

Dear Ee:

The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart

Words from Jordan:

I've been reading alot these last couple days. reading all sorts of things, things I should have read when I was a kid, things I shouldn't be reading until I'm old, things I shouldn't be reading since I'm a guy, things that have inspired me, things that have pissed me off, things that make sense but I don't agree with, things I don't understand at all, things that touch my heart.

Advice:
Love's tough. Wear a helmet.

Thought of the day:

men who read are tens - onehundred times more attractive then men who don't.

I don't understand:
Men today. You act like a jerk, then hold me and comfort me. Why.

Song of the day:
We are gonna be friends, by the white stripes

What you do
speaks so loud
that I cannot hear
what you say.

RW Emerson

this is why i live

"there are things you do because they feel right. and they may make no sense. and they may make no money. and it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other, and to eat each others cooking and say it was good"

given the chance,

i'd swallow

every work and every look

that you've let slip

whole.

as it is,

i keep your kiss

in my back pockey.

my favourite little secret.

today, i want to

braid a ribbon

into my hair.

today i want to

laugh in your

stupid love sick face.

i hold the power

and i hold you in contempt today.

alright baby.

go ahead.

and have your temper tantrum.
im not your mother.
im not your babysitter.
so go on babe.

scream and cry

pout.

because i wont flinch

unless to

walk away

and leave you to you.

A philosophy assignment

There is no God. No purpose, no meaning, no collective truth.
Why don't we all kill ourselves? Why do we are a species, continue?

I don't think these are good enough reasons to kill ourselves! There is no collective truth, but I don't find that depressing. I find that freeing! No. I find that inspiring. If there is no collective truth, then there is only individual, subjective truth. And when individuals find a common truth or a common beauty among all the chaos that a god-less world just be, then it's all the more beautiful. Design is all very well and good, but beauty from chaos is... aweinspiring. And majestic. When you look at you friend and you both laugh because of something you thought but never said, and you see their smile, and the sun shifts and the atoms all aling just right and choices are decided which lead you up to this one moment of, 'oh your eyes' of being you, and here, and me, and you and me and this.

THIS IS WHY I LIVE