A New Day

I actually managed to get my sorry ass out of bed today and made the 2 second walk to school. The day was fine, nothing interesting to talk about, except for the walk home.
I'm not normally a sucker for believing in superstitions or luck for that matter, but during that 2 second time frame on my walk home I passed a penny, stopped, and picked it up.
Who knows I thought, maybe that penny could change my life. Like Harold Cricks watch changed his.
Maybe it was the fact I was out of the house and participating in life that made me pick it up. Or maybe it was the sweet tunes running through my head on my walk home. It might have even been the enjoyable springish weather. Whatever it was I'm glad I picked that penny up.

Marry Me?

People think my tatse in guys is quite peculiar. But whatever floats my boat, not yours.. right?
So typically it's the wilderness man/axeman/cowboy I go for. He definitely needs some good scruff on his face and maybe he could be wearing a flannel shirt too.
If by chance I can't find the perfect axeman/wilderness man/cowboy for me to marry, I think I'd settle for a spartan.
How hot would it be to be married to a man with an eight pack that runs around in a speedo?
Plus I'd be like a queen and wear a toga AND live in Greece. What more could I ask for?

Yak Yak Yak

There is something about looking at yaks that makes me feel peaceful. It makes me want to be a yak farmer someday. But what is it that you do with Yaks? Do you drink their milk? Make a sweater from their cozy fur? Or just enjoy their overall cuteness? Either way I really want one.

late night blues

"I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots."

But a hunger for what? A good cheeseburger? Some Nachos and dip? Or something more? Something worth feeling this, perhaps.
I sit awake at night. I stare out my window and watch what I can, until my paranoia gets the most of me and then I'm positive someone else is watching me and I get creeped out.
I'm empty.
I'll go and see Karen tomorrow and she'll disect my thoughts for me, do all the work and tell me what I need to do to get out of this hole I'm digging.

I'm looking for something more. Something that will make all of this worth it.

you know?

So there's this feeling, that I hope I don't only feel. Actually I'm postive I don't for Conor Oberst sang about it.

"I'm completely alone at a table of friends"

But you see I'm not actually alone. So why do I feel this way?