Lions. Make you brave.

I've heard a lot of talk about facing your demons and such. This post in particular is about feeling low, friendships, and the Lion King.

SIMMMMBAAA.

I tried my hardest to make this post without spelling errors, I'm slightly drunk ish. Cheeers!

the horses that you ride.

i'm not skinny or pretty enough to have someone in love and "devoted" to me.

We’ve only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away.

I need to get back on track. No more failing, no more being a wuss, no more bad habits, and no more wasting money.

So, when I get a few moments, I'm going to lay out some goals for myself, and I'm going to make a sorta schedule for myself. I'm not the kind of person who can live by a set routine everyday, but I mean, I need to set aside hours for studying, hours for socializing, hours for creativity, etc. Gotta jump back on the life train.

On another note, I had a great reading week/March break. God, I miss everyone so much. I almost really don't want to go back to London yet. I just feel so at home with these people. It's feelings like that that make me wonder if I ever will be able to make that giant leap into moving far away. I mean I know I can do it, but it's more difficult when you're leaving the greatest friends you've ever known. To want and to be wanted is both a beautiful and a miserable thing. I miss the old days, I love the present days, and I look forward to the future days. I miss old Junior boy. I still love one person. Shit happens. Megan Goetz makes great food.

Love love love.

Oh yeah, life goes on...

You know, it's not fair. It's not fair that you're hot, so you think you can treat GOOD people like a piece of shit you stepped on. It's not fair that you can pretend to BE a good person. It's not right. It's so the opposite of right. Unjust. I didn't deserve it. I would've done anything. The least you could've given me was a reason. I don't know who you think you are to prance around all high and mighty. Thank you for making me feel insignificant.


I hate being trapped in a body that refuses to be skinnier, prettier, better. And apparently that's all that matters in the end. It's not enough to just be one in 7 billion.

Song for Luna.

I want to write. I'm going to start writing again. I need somewhere to hide for a bit.

Won't you help me sing these songs of freedom?

'Cos all I ever had, redemption songs.

Hey hey hey 2010. ;)

So it's the start to another new year. Well it's a week in almost, but better late than never I suppose. 2009 treated me well. Suuuure it didn't quite roll out the way I would've like, (sup food poisoning and kidney infection!) but Christmas, friends, being home, and all those good things made up for it. Traditionally, I write some motivational blog about how things are going to get better, but at this point, I'll let it be. Things will get better if you have a good balance of letting them get better, and working for it. Or whatever. I'm not going to get all philosophical on everyone's ass, that would just take too long.

It's almost time to go back to school, back to London. Back to the real world. New years resolution? LIVE. Live life to the fullest, whatever that entails. Just do it.

I guess that's it for now.

Welcome 2010. :)