Discontent

Why do I fail so often?

What do I do wrong?

Why do I fail so often?

What should I do different?

Why do I fail so often?

This is too hard, too complex, this shouldn't be this complex...

Over analyzing.

This is one of my worst traits. I over analyze EVERYTHING. I'm a girl. Because I can't imagine any normal guy acting like I do. I don't know why I act or do the things I do, but this drives me frikkin' bonkers...yes, bonkers.

On another note, it's been awhile since i've been on a date. I'd like to take a girl on a date and just have an enjoyable evening getting to know someone better while letting them know more about myself. This is one of the greatest parts of dating. Getting to know people deeper and on a different level.

Now, I wouldn't say I like to date a whoooole lot, but I see dating as a way to spend time with several people trying to find the one that clicks with you. Thus, hoping she thinks you also click with her.

This brings me to my next point, I'm going on 23 years old in about a week, and I haven't a clue on what direction I need to go in my life. But it feels that if I start a relationship now, it will help me decide on where to go next.

Now, most people are opposite and don't want to start a relationship until they know exactly where they want their life to go, but i'm not most people I guess. If I find that person I belong to, I would do whatever I needed to fit in their life. and lead our lives together simultaneously striving for the same goal.

Whether it be difficult, or nearly impossible, there are only obstacles that we can overcome together, only to make our relationship strive stronger.

I want this.

Let the good music ensue.

Alot of people don't appreciate good music. Or they label it as hippie music because it doesn't have something that will blow out your subwoofers or rattle your trunks. Open your ears. And let this radiant music fill them with a relaxing tune.

Imagery

So, if you didn't notice I like to post lots of images in my blog entries. This breaks up the "wordiness" and thus could attract more people to want to check out my blog. So again, here are a few images.




There really isn't a point to alot of these, just for good ol' fashioned fun.

wreck.

So I was driving and ran full speed into the back of a truck.

When it happened, my airbags deployed right into my face, which is what they're supposed to do, but when it did, my nose immediately started gushing blood, and somehow the powder that comes out with the airbag stuck to the blood. So to sum it up, I looked like some crazy crack zombie.

The kid I ran into came and opened my door, and was like "Are you okay?!"

I replied with the nerdiest comment ever "I can't find my glasses"

Yeah, I'm cool.

artsy fartsy

Here are a few types of art pieces I like to look at.





those are just a few.

Cloudy Days

These kinds of days are hands down my favorite types of days.



Super cloudy + Not a drop of rain + Fresh cut grass = Bliss.

Things that keep me up at night.

I ponder about some strange stuff sometimes...or I just read lists of stuff and figure out which ones are worth putting on here. Here...I'll fill you in on whats happenin' up in my noggin.

Can you cry underwater?

If you're fat, is it considered chunky dunking?

Why is the fear of long words called hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?

What does the Q in Q-tip stand for? I mean, really.

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.

iunno. I'm bored.

Ever stop and wonder?

I'm at this point in life where I just want to finish school and get on with my life. Stop worrying about what I need to finish, what I'm going to do once I graduate, and where I'll be. But, in the middle of all of this, I want friends. I want friends who can be there for me. Not the "acquaintance" friend.

No.

I want the real "friend" who calls me up on a daily basis to get coffee, or to sit around and watch the office. I don't like it when "friendships" seem so one sided, ie, me being the friend and the other person being the "ugh, this guy again, why won't he go away?" person. Either it's just me and I'm the weird one, which undoubtedly is true but not likely in this case, or people just don't accept good comradery like they used to. what gives?

W o r k

Please.

Poke both of my eyes out and put some sweet shades on my face.

These ones preferrably.

Holding up sailboats.

I need more Jesus.

And yes, I know this sounds very similar to "I need more cowbell," and although more cowbell is necessary, Jesus is more-so.

I've been so busy concentrating on other things, which is very easy to do.

These ramblings aren't meant to be witty or even comprehensible.