Quote for the Day: The Pledge of Allegiance does not end with Hail Satan. --Bart, on the opening blackboard scene
I found out today that I'm one class and one semester in Japan away from having a Japanese minor, which was not previously offered. How sweet is that?
Quote of the Day: "You know me, Marge. I like my beer cold, my tv loud and my homosexuals fa-laming." -Homer Simpson
I've got a skit to do in Japanese that I haven't practiced. ::sighs:: I'm so tired and I actually went to bed early (for me anyway) last night.
My birthday is in less than a month...the big 2-0. Scary.
"Ho, who is you playin' with?" Sheer poetry.
Mmm...Andy's top ten is making me crave some ice cream...good thing I have some Ben & Jerry's Vanilla Heath Bar Crunch handy. But...alas...no eating utensil...::sniff::
I've got the feeling like I'm on the edge of an epiphany or something...and maybe if I sit down and just think, it'll happen. Or something.
Maybe it's just the gum talking....
Wait another minute. Can't you see what this pain has fucking done to me.
I'm alive and still kickin'. What you see I can't see and maybe
you'll think before you speak.
I'm alive for you. I'm awake because of you.
I'm alive I told you. I'm awake swallowing you
Take another second. Turn your back on me and make believe that
you're always happy.
It's safe to say you're never alive. A big part of you has died
and by the way, I hope you're satisfied.
Tearing it back unveiling me.
Taking a step back so I can breathe.
Hear the silence about to break.
Fear resistance when I'm awake.
"...You said boy make girl feel good But still I've never felt alone Till I met you I'm alright on my own Till I met you..."
--Deep Inside of You, Third Eye Blind
All this because of something I did--not to her, but to someone who I now consider much closer to myself than she is. I didn't even really do what I told her I was going to do, and yet still she shuns me. Of course I did do something else, which I feel bad for doing but don't regret, and I told Kevin that I did it. We were both hurt by it but we made it through better and stronger and because of what I did, he came to see me. I'd do it all over again just for that wonderful week that he gave me. Who knows when I would've ever seen him?
And still, she doesn't talk to me.
Not once have I ever ignored her or refused to be with her because of something that Deborah's done that I considered wrong. Those of you who know both of us know that.
I understand the need to think...but what is there to think about, really? You tell me.
This is my journal so of course I'm saying whatever the hell I want, but I've spoken nothing but the truth...as I see it and as I've been told.
Once again...happy valentine's day everyone.