Random Thought

I love my freckles.  Seriously.  In junior high, I was so sick of them.  I wanted to have plain skin, like everybody else.  Sooooo glad they didn't go away!  I mean, come on; I look unique.  Who would want to wish that away?

They remind me of my childhood, and I wouldn't want to forget that.  And they are adorable, if I do say so myself ;)

A Tribute to Brian Regan

You make me laugh, so you deserve it :)

This Next Week

Is going to be hard.  Very hard.  All of the semester's work comes down to the last three weeks of class.  This week can make or break you.  Hooray for school.  Not.  On top of that, I also have an interview tomorrow.  This is going to be a loooooooong week.

So, to help ease my mind of this lowly stage of school and work, I've decided to post very random things.  Happy Sunday!  Enjoy!

Formspring

This is a very interesting website, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it.  


I was asked a question yesterday, and for some reason it didn't post. It's probably lost in cyberspace somewhere.  Anyway, it got me thinking, so I'll share it with you now.


It went something like this...

why do you obsess about love online when you've never BEEN in love?

My response was...

That's a good question.

I guess it's because it's on my mind.  It's definitely not something I obsess about - that's not all I think of day in and day out.  But when I do think about it, it hurts.  Since I tend to write what I feel that's what you see; the hurt that I do feel whenever I think about it too much.

See what I mean?  Interesting.  

If I'm boring you with my "love-obsessions" let me know, and I'll switch it up.  It's that easy :)  Just keep in mind, the only reason I write is to keep myself sane - to keep my emotions in check.  If I don't, I'd be a depressed person all the time, and that's no fun.  I write to get it out of my mind so that I can move on.  Get it?  It's kind of confusing, but that's why.  

Movies

I'm feeling a classics movie night coming on :)

Rant

Why can't I make these feelings go away?  Come on...

I'm nineteen, I'm smart, I'm cute - I shouldn't be complaining about the fact that I feel so lonely.  I'm sick of being left out.  It's my turn isn't it?  What am I doing wrong?

I'm sick of being patient.  I want something to happen, but the harder I try, the farther away I get.

ineedsomereasurance.
someonetotellme
itsgoingtobeokay.