...you find yourself on facebook clicking on one of your interests to see who shares it, and then you end up stalking a complete stranger because he likes the same television shows you do.
But seriously? He's from Romania. And likes Firefly (a new love of mine), Dexter, Heroes, Supernatural (!!!!!), Scrubs and the Office. And he's SMOKIN'.
Did I mention he was from Romania?
So do I do the stalker thing and just stalk him from facebook or do I do the giant creeper thing and send him a message...?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
If I was caught in a storm,
You’d be the rain.
If I was a song
You’d be the refrain.
If I cried my heart out,
You’d be in each tear,
Then you’d wipe them away,
Say I’d nothing to fear,
Because if you wrote your story
I’d be in each word,
And if my soul had a sound,
It’d be all you heard.
If my life had a soundtrack,
You’d be singing the love song,
So sweetheart be still,
You’re all I live for,
I’ll always be here,
Because I’m yours.
You’d be the rain.
If I was a song
You’d be the refrain.
If I cried my heart out,
You’d be in each tear,
Then you’d wipe them away,
Say I’d nothing to fear,
Because if you wrote your story
I’d be in each word,
And if my soul had a sound,
It’d be all you heard.
If my life had a soundtrack,
You’d be singing the love song,
So sweetheart be still,
You’re all I live for,
I’ll always be here,
Because I’m yours.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
What do my sleep habits and the economy have in common?
They're both in a recession!! Haha, I'm so funny.
I've been having some trouble sleeping. Not that I've been having trouble falling asleep, actually that's going quite well (aside from the fact that after I went to bed last night I stayed awake mentally arranging a brilliant beginning to my Christmas song for Pitchforks). Rather, I've been having trouble wanting to go to sleep. Instead of yearning to retreat into the warm, inviting morass of comforters and sheets, I find myself overtaken by a desire to stay up later and watch more television. As a result, I'm sleeping less because even though none of my classes start until noon, the bright morning sun decides to pierce our paper-thin (I kid you not, our shades are made of paper) shades at approximately 5:45 every morning. I can only sleep in broad daylight for so long, and I thus drag my exhausted butt out of bed at 9:00am. So...more television equals less sleep. What a cruel, cruel world we live in that I have to sacrifice one of my great loves for the other.
And on the other hand, I'm a bit apprehensive about the economy. My father has assured me that the stock market will (probably) not crash and that we are (probably) not going to go into a recession/depression (haha political commentators, I'd say we're already in a recession), and yet, I have trouble coming to terms with the fact that $700 billion is "needed" for the government to bail out mortgages. THAT IS RIDICULOUS. Where does the government even get that kind of money? Aren't we wallowing in a massive national debt? I just have such hard time believing that we're going to get through this crisis.
And while I'm on the topic of things I just don't understand, why in the world is there SO MUCH GRASS IN ARIZONA?! There is no reason for there to be this much grass. Arizona is a desert, people, there's not supposed to be grass in your front yard. And yes, you're wasting IMMENSE amounts of water in your quest for emerald green lawns. So please, explain why, in a desert state that is experiencing a water crisis, and at a university that prides itself on sustainability, THERE ARE SO MANY LAWNS?!
Sometimes I just get tired of living in a world that doesn't care about the world they live on.
ETA: Also...I don't know how I feel about the death penalty. But I do feel that as "closure" for the families of murder victims, it sucks. There is nothing healthy about rejoicing in the death of anyone, even if that person caused the death of a loved one. Ultimately, it can only bring more suffering.
I've been having some trouble sleeping. Not that I've been having trouble falling asleep, actually that's going quite well (aside from the fact that after I went to bed last night I stayed awake mentally arranging a brilliant beginning to my Christmas song for Pitchforks). Rather, I've been having trouble wanting to go to sleep. Instead of yearning to retreat into the warm, inviting morass of comforters and sheets, I find myself overtaken by a desire to stay up later and watch more television. As a result, I'm sleeping less because even though none of my classes start until noon, the bright morning sun decides to pierce our paper-thin (I kid you not, our shades are made of paper) shades at approximately 5:45 every morning. I can only sleep in broad daylight for so long, and I thus drag my exhausted butt out of bed at 9:00am. So...more television equals less sleep. What a cruel, cruel world we live in that I have to sacrifice one of my great loves for the other.
And on the other hand, I'm a bit apprehensive about the economy. My father has assured me that the stock market will (probably) not crash and that we are (probably) not going to go into a recession/depression (haha political commentators, I'd say we're already in a recession), and yet, I have trouble coming to terms with the fact that $700 billion is "needed" for the government to bail out mortgages. THAT IS RIDICULOUS. Where does the government even get that kind of money? Aren't we wallowing in a massive national debt? I just have such hard time believing that we're going to get through this crisis.
And while I'm on the topic of things I just don't understand, why in the world is there SO MUCH GRASS IN ARIZONA?! There is no reason for there to be this much grass. Arizona is a desert, people, there's not supposed to be grass in your front yard. And yes, you're wasting IMMENSE amounts of water in your quest for emerald green lawns. So please, explain why, in a desert state that is experiencing a water crisis, and at a university that prides itself on sustainability, THERE ARE SO MANY LAWNS?!
Sometimes I just get tired of living in a world that doesn't care about the world they live on.
ETA: Also...I don't know how I feel about the death penalty. But I do feel that as "closure" for the families of murder victims, it sucks. There is nothing healthy about rejoicing in the death of anyone, even if that person caused the death of a loved one. Ultimately, it can only bring more suffering.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
I woke up 12 hours ago...
...and I'm still sleepy. WTF brain?
This weekend I decided that I'm going to be more stylish, more food savvy, and all in all a better, more adult person. So I started out by eating half a log of sugar cookie dough and spending a lot of money on clothing. Great job self, great job. And then, instead of focusing on my schoolwork like a mature adult, what do I do? I watch television and browse through the PostSecret facebook group. I suppose that the 800+ secrets did make me feel good about myself in that I've never done anything that I really regret, or that I don't have any deep dark relationship secrets.
Actually, that's untrue. I realized the other day (and this fully illustrates the extent of my pathetic existence) that I haven't been in love with anyone since junior year of high school (well, actual people in real life, that is). I haven't had that floaty heart-in-your-throat, rock-in-your-stomach, can't-breathe-to-save-your-life feeling for 2 years and nine months. And this realization really kind of makes me sick to my stomach, because that means that I used Jordan. I made him be in love with me when I didn't even really like him that much. And the really sick thing is that I knew it too. I knew that he and I weren't going to work out, and I let him think that we were. I let him have hopes and dreams, I let him say "I love you" and I even said it back, and that whole time I knew that it wasn't true, not any of it. I've said before that I'm a horrible person, but right now I kind of believe it.
And you know what the sickest thing about it is? I'd probably do it again, just to have someone be that in love with me.
This weekend I decided that I'm going to be more stylish, more food savvy, and all in all a better, more adult person. So I started out by eating half a log of sugar cookie dough and spending a lot of money on clothing. Great job self, great job. And then, instead of focusing on my schoolwork like a mature adult, what do I do? I watch television and browse through the PostSecret facebook group. I suppose that the 800+ secrets did make me feel good about myself in that I've never done anything that I really regret, or that I don't have any deep dark relationship secrets.
Actually, that's untrue. I realized the other day (and this fully illustrates the extent of my pathetic existence) that I haven't been in love with anyone since junior year of high school (well, actual people in real life, that is). I haven't had that floaty heart-in-your-throat, rock-in-your-stomach, can't-breathe-to-save-your-life feeling for 2 years and nine months. And this realization really kind of makes me sick to my stomach, because that means that I used Jordan. I made him be in love with me when I didn't even really like him that much. And the really sick thing is that I knew it too. I knew that he and I weren't going to work out, and I let him think that we were. I let him have hopes and dreams, I let him say "I love you" and I even said it back, and that whole time I knew that it wasn't true, not any of it. I've said before that I'm a horrible person, but right now I kind of believe it.
And you know what the sickest thing about it is? I'd probably do it again, just to have someone be that in love with me.
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