7.05.2005
listening to: switchfoot's "learning to breathe"
reading: the calendar...ooh, tuesday...
feeling like: the opposite of throwing up, yeah-yer
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I feel a bit melancholy right now. I hate missing people...it's like this little tiny gap somewhere in your chest that you just can't fill, no figurative caulking can fix it. *sigh* But...doesn't really matter anyways, I'll see them sooner or later if I have anything to do about it :)
I woke up this morning and the first thing that I think of?
Oh come on. Guess.
*smile*
Shiiiit. What am I gonna do with myself. Why should I worry? Everything in life happens and we can't "unhappen" it. It's not like we really have that much control over what happens - they just happen. What the hell am I talking about. Good gravy. See what guys do to my head? It's getting worse to the point where I can't think straight anymore. It's such a cool feeling, but damn I sound like an idiot.
I just looked outside my window and there's a group of three balloons floating in the sky, going up higher and higher. Two red and one blue. I hope your 4th was as awesome as mine :D For me, if nothing happened for the 4th, even if I spent it at home watching random fireworks exploding outside my bedroom window as I lay on my bed reading, I still would've been happy. I just can't figure it out. Not a lot has to happen to me and I'd still be content with it. Or as I like saying, "I don't care what we do, as long as we do it together." So even if I did nothing at all, like watch paint dry in the dark, I would've been just peachy if I were sitting with someone I care about the whole time.
So, and so, and so, and so. I can't write right now. I really am at a loss for words, ha, how about that?
;it's something sophiscated.
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