I found an old poem of mine....

insignificance

lost universally amongst populations

a single grain of sand in waves upon shorelines

Icy time building and liquifying the masses

souls lost at sea

a discarded underlining thought rises to the surface

putrefying the chaotic monstrous city streets

clinging to survival like chewing gum to a shoe

all awhile the menacingly mechanical walls loom above

what breath can be safe from the shadowy grays and blacks?

what story can be heard above the echoing crashes of infinite waves on a beach?

to be bold is a state of mind, the cowards share the glory. 

HO HO HO! (What did you just call me?)

Happy Christmas to all today, but am I allowed to say I love the New Year more then this jolly holiday?

I was reading some of my older posts, and realized they used to be interesting, and lately I've been abusing this page as a weeping ranting vent for empty space sympathy. My apologies dear anyone, I hope to further bring you the quirky sides back out for air.

Am I allowed to adore my gifts? Believing I wasn't receiving anything, I didn't expect a new portfolio, and an easel. I read a description I wrote of myself which said I've never found my niche. Lately, I believe differently. Today I believe differently. Tomorrow I may think different again, but for now my thoughts rest with my creative fingers and blurred vision. My moneyless but smiling future rests with this portfolio, a good playlist, a cup of coffee, and a hope. 

Optimism can't fail me now.

Intervention

So world, its FINALLY holiday break. A full two weeks of sleeping, working, and relaxing with friends. With a Pasta/Mustache Party, a Sledding party, Christmas, after-parties, before-parties.... it seems so busy. And then the same day high school starts, I start my College classes. 

I don't know about you world, but my relaxation may be intervened with some worry.  

Trivialities of the Holidays.

I really dislike, perhaps hate, when something amazing comes in your life, and sucks every minuet of your time (with the exception of sleep and the times you are away from it's gloriousness) and prevents you from accomplishing anything? 

I haven't really finished the King Lear reduction. Maybe I'll stay up late and finish it, But Tuesday A Thousand Acres reduction is due. Because I was sick Thursday (the day it was due) and Friday, I can have a slight excuse till tomorrow, which means stay up late and hope for no "why-didn't-you-email-it-to-me-yak-yak-yak!!!" 

I want to say it's because of this Laptop. I want to say it's because of the holiday season. but I'm not entirely sure what every thing's about. Shelly-Barnes (as much as she scares me into doing things) class seems so trivial compared to life. I'm not even taking the AP exam at the end of the year. Perhaps I'll not take the class third trimester..... but then wouldn't I be lacking in a third of an english credit? It would be nice to just worry about my college classes.....

Eep. Holidays are Trivial.

New expensive laptop.

And I'm way excited about it and entirely broke with it, but that's besides the point. It's a great day. I'm currently uploading all my music, and setting home pages and what not. I promise to  write more? It's almost new years....

Hope everything is swell in the land of internets.

First Snow.

Oh dear, a month?


Over a month of anti-blogging and I'm alive?
No wonder I've gained weight. sheesh.
It must be musical sucking all the life out of me.


Its a good thing I have things to make me so happy.


like a really great guy that's slowly getting better at figuring out what he's doing wrong.





AND this was the first day of snow. It was delicious this morning when I woke up. The rebellious green leaves were dusted with white, and big chunky flakes moved downwards like slow motion rain. it made me smile when I woke up on the couch. and I sighed when I thought of Christmas.

Damn.... those are CUTE!

life is mostly bearable now. I've finally let go a bit and stopped worring, which is truly best for all my types of heath.

I was hired for that job at Yonkers. I actually don't mind it very much, the people are nice, I always feel really helpful, and theres not a single day where I think "Damn, those are cute...I want those shoes!"

Ive almost entirely forgotten about money. (well, I don't think anybody can entirely do that, but in the general sense I did). Being oblivious and writing checks to get by, soon I'll have and income to settle and pay back all I need. who-ha!

I did find a dress(thats not purple). I did makes dinner plans(with more people then last year and in a Mongolian BBQ). Mostly I'm excited, but I worry about getting a body of 20 people to control themselves in public.

I pretty much dropped musical like a baby on its head. (technically they dropped me.) I went to ask about it all and she told me shes hiring some random guy to fix them all up (which I can do for free) and ten having the SOUND production running lights. what in the duce sense. so I left it there and I'm not going back. Sorry Leah I can't train you on this one. sorry Colin (but you still have to do thespians). sorry senior choir friends, I WON'T put myself its the ridiculous state know as MUSICAL HIERARCHY.

I'm ok with life now. I'm relaxing a bit. And I promise my next post wont be a list of woes or a play by play of my life.

lurvey lurvey lurvey

LANTA, SHMANTA.

Oh my lanta, has it been awhile.
I apologize for my negligence of you, dear sweet blog. Your absence (or an absence, or the gaining of something else) has caused my brain trauma from stress and about 12 pounds. *sigh* and now to rant about what is happening:

There's a good chance I may get that job at Yonkers I might have told you about. I'd work in the shoe department, deal with stinky feet, and run up and down stairs to retrieve pairs of shoes from a messed up stockroom. Ahh well. I'm getting paid commission on top of hourly wage.

Many people are surprisingly getting grumpy at Colin. I know their reasons, and sometimes I even agree to them... but its not making sense to me in the sense that they can't see what I see. yes, he can be a complete oblivious turd, but he really does have a better side?

Choir it literally driving me up a wall with money needs. I just had to spend $120 for ridiculous choir cards to pay for a singing trip to MSU. Which is good, because It pays for the trip anyway, but all the prep for it drives me crazy. I did it last year, but I missed out on sooo much in other trips because my lack on money. (it was more $$ last year). and the concert day, homecoming and the MSU trip ARE ALL IN THE SAME WEEKEND.

and homecoming? pshwa I've looked literally almost everywhere and cant find a reasonable dress. Colin wants purple. I want purple or green. but I think he only wants purple is because I wore it last year to homecoming and he already has a shirt to match... but besides not finding a dress with shoes and junk that dominos to going naked, I (and a few other people) want me to plan a big huge dinner and everything. which is great, I'm glad to throw together something. last year was 15 people singing loudly in a china fair. (sheesh). I have exactly 3 weeks to figure this out. and your thinking sure, I have a lot of time, I'll get it done...

NOT including musical. If i was actually IN musical I might blow a cap. but this year I am only entirely running the lights. *blink blink* So I have to find time to set up for the entire show. *sigh*

remember how I'm short on cash? (Senior year is ruff on cash [which only reminds me I need to buy a yearbook] ) I didn't go to thespian festival last year because the lack of it. and that was a highlight of my sophomore year. good friends of mine said they would PAY FOR ME TO GO they want me there so bad, and I can pay them back when I can. that's insane. it's $175 to go. twice that for a minimum wage is insane. God I love my friends.

speaking of leaving my friends, I'm dual enrolling at the college next to high school. I'll be taking AP Bio, and choir (along with civics, gym, and painting) at high school, then taking Psychology. Sociology, and English over there. the school is paying for me to take 2 of them, but English i have to pay $352 for out of my pocket. LAME. I really hope it doesn't depress my senior year...

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That's the story, most of it anyway. Petty drama not included. Now I'll shut up.

I love you?

10 hours.

First day of my last year in High School...
EEP!

A Great Thing.

Something romantically cute has happened.



My Uncle Howie, dear lord has been alone for a long time. If it give you a sense, my mother just turned 50, and he's her older brother. But he's not one of those creepy loner folk. He Has his own, great, business, two adorable golden retrievers (and has never lived without dogs), loves the outdoors (hes always camping and kayaking and all that), slightly bald but not bad looking, very giving, and he can cook as good as my mother (which is damn good by the way!). He's had girlfriends, but he's always loved this one woman, Joann.



Years and years ago, back when my grandparents were alive, he proposed to her. she declined, and married another man less then a year later. It was really sad. Not only holidays, but many random occasions and days he would be over at my house, for dinner and wine and conversation.



Well, yesterday, he proposed to her again (between then and yesterday, she has a kid my age and has been married twice). the romantic part is my Uncle kept the same ring as before and she said YES.



It made me happy. My lonely Uncle has his true love (again). And it's a great thing.

Julia Nunes.

I want to get her CD.
And she's Inspired be to make a video blog? That won't happen for a long while...

MIA.

I'm not a fan of dreams that could be real.

I lied. I do like them, just not when your two front teeth get knocked out and you think it actually happened.

In my dream my two front teeth were knocked out because I was wiggling them, you know, like you did as a child when you had a loose tooth. I remember trying very hard not to smile, and I remember it was very embarrassing trying to order food. and my parents laughed at me, and I had my senior pictures in less then a week, and everything was awful.

I think I remember making the best of it, but I had a dream tangent when I thought of Asian girls and how they always cover they're mouth then they giggle. (please ignore my brain stereotype) and it was because they had missing teeth to! so I think by the end of my dream, I was Asian. actually I looked a lot like the picture I drew...

WOAH. I was that picture I drew! I remember the scarf to hide my teeth... So much for Laura's Hickey Theory. That's strange how that works like that. XD

I don't want to be taller.

I grew a 1/2 inch.

Lordy Lordy.

=/

FUCKING OW.

I twisted something funny in my back.

I really feel like a fucking old person. I can't really turn, like if i was doing the twist, nor can I bend over. well, i can do both but it hurts like hell. it hurts both when i sit up straight and when i slouch. It kind of hurts to breathe, and its preventing a lot of sleep.

=(

It happened sometime the night before last night. I've been using a heated blanket/pad thing since last night. and downing Tylenol like water.

Nothing is really working.

I'm just in a lot-o pain.

YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M A JEEP WRANGLER!

I know him. And he makes me happy. In the face.

XD

"The best thing one can do when it's raining, is to let it rain.”

Holy downpour.

Rain, rain Don't go away.

Stay awhile, your kinda nice.

I'll get my boots and hat

maybe jump in your friend mud

and dance in your wet arms

before the wind nudges you away

and the sun says farewell with colors.

No one's the killer & No one's the martyr.

Well then. I tried to decipher my dream during Friday Night Live in Horizon Bookstore and I couldn't find jack shiiite about dreams. But a phone call, or a lack of one, gave me icky thoughts.

I don't think my tummy it up for the repetition of them.
The scary Dogman thing? Yea. That's an event, not a person.

=(

4-Corner Jars.

AUUUUGGGGHHHHH.

I'm feeling a bit rushed lately.

There's not much there to keep the momentum from hurling me into a brick wall.(I can't see the brick wall, nor am I positive it exists, but I'm assuming its there...)

I had that dream again. With the garbage jars, the running, and the Dogman. Recurring dreams never make sense, but I wish I could remember he situation when I last had it. I know it means something. It was like camping, but with a bunch of guys. I was training for something and running a lot, almost like a boot camp. This other guy is also there. He's the antagonist with a good head when he wants it. He's always competing and challenging, the macho guy for sure. Sworn enemies with myself. Late at night, there's theses woods with and open space, and I was running around the open space checking jars. The different jars were met to be clues, and I even but hem there and challenged the macho guy for a race like/ lets find all the clues something or other. the woods goes quite when I'm running. somethings coming closer and faster as I run. the trees part ways for the awful thing, Dogman-like but terrifying and vicious. You'd expect the macho guy to let me die, and vise-versa. I watch the thing some closer, snarling and drooling. Everybody in camp is yelling and shouting for me to get inside the random appearing tents, but I know that won't protect me against its jagged claws. The guy is terrified and screaming at the top of his lungs for me to listen. But I can't hear anything. I'm watching the beast come closer like a silent movie film. The glass jars shatter underneath it's steps, the wind picks up, egging the terror on. Even though I've ran before, I know how to run, I can feel adrenaline running, demanding to run, to get away out to the path, but whatever path I choose, its always after me. it's jaws find my ribs just as the guy finds my arms. He pulls me back into the tent, while the beast runs off with my lungs and heart. I start to suffocate because I can't breathe. the guy leaves me on the ground and walks away, kind of bittersweet, and I watch the last remaining jar, filled with dirt, as I wake up. Sheesh.

ADD fashon.

I'm randomly really into vests right now. I know, I know, everybody's into vests right now, so it's not really my finding, but they can be EVERYTHING. A top-er to pull something together, worn by itself in a sexy look (See Kate Hudson's picture), they can look professional/dressy or they can make your outfit be calm and chillaxed. I'm just diggin vests. I just wish there were more that didn't make you look like your boxy librarian, or cheep ones that fit the bigger breasted people. But I still love them.

Yes I know, scarves aren't my idea either, but I'm adoring them right now! patterns or solids, bright colors, funky buttons and fringe, they instantly add a style factor. Currently, I'm loving cream and dark grays, mostly neutral colors that can compliment and give a cozy sense. I love how brave guys wear scarves. (although some try and kind of fail.. haha). And there are SO many ways you can wear them! around the neck in multiple ways, but you can mix it up too! As a belt, as a headband, an add on to your bag, around the arm, I love getting different with it. And you can wear them almost year round! Thick, furry, warm ones for those cold winter walks, fabric-y for the spring and fall, and light airy ones for the summer. You can go wrong when wearing scarves. Well, I lied. you actually can go really wrong with scarves.... so watch it. =)

Come on, can you blame me if knee socks have always been a trend? You can blame anything from Japanese culture, high school uniforms, or the British. And I know there a big hit now, but leave me be. I can go around with he rest of the world loving them. Colored tights too, but I'm not as big on them as socks. Leg warmers oh my goodness can you stand it?! anything yo keep my footies warm and stylish. I like original colors like blacks, grays, whites can get preppy, but cream and navy is gold with the right look. And tights? With bold colors you have to be able to make a statement, which I like doing, but not a screaming statement. Try peaches, mauves (pinky-purples), plums, light navy and subtle greens. I like those best on me, but colors are completely your choice. Jewel tones are always pretty too. And dare I say, Patterns? Patterns, like bold colors, are a statement. and you have to be wary of what your pairing it up with. But in the long run, I'm a great fan with not so great legs to wear them with. Oh well.

Currently I have an adoration with Military-esque Jackets with the rivets and all that wonderful fun stuff that comes with it. Whether long, (like the picture I took of myself in TJMaxx) or short with a fun zipper and pockets. I adore the big rivets, in gold or silver, or fun stitching on the edges. The greens, gray and blacks are great, even great in a girly purple. I've seen them with furry hoods and in patterns like plaid and army print. very versatile. I guess they're just sweet like that. And the BAD ARSE factor of course.

Anything Lacey with a Victorian style make things so classy and sexy. It's tight and refined, but it can be modified in so many different ways. You can dress it black and make it a bit emo/goth, or you could go for a sassy blazer/vest, or loose with some jeans and a sun hat. The high neck looks great peeking up from under almost any type of sweatshirt or jacket. makes you feel all fancy inside without donning a dress.

What can I feed my hippie side with without resorting to tye-dye? Flare Jeans. I'm digging they're groovey style and kinda layed back look. I must say, I'm COMPLEATLY over the skinny jeans, guys wearing girl pants, and all that aweful hubub. And I'm still searching for those perfect bell bottoms that everybody envys. makes you feel a bit retro, and I love that retro feeling. it just makes me happy.

ERRRRRRMMMM. This is taking a long time to find pictures and write up a paragraph...

I also like:

Big Glasses Frames.

Ankle Boots.

Floral Prints.

Big Buttons.

Henna.

Face Paint. (long story...)

erm. yea.

About the bugs and alphabet.

Red hair with a curl

mellow roll for the flavor and the eyes for peeping

can't keep away from the girl

these two sides of my brain need to have a meeting...

She turns and says "are you alright?"

I said "I must be fine cause my heart's still beating"

I'm suddenly SO intrigued by these lyrics. It might be because it slightly references me, or it might be because its written by the godly but strange White Stripes, or perhaps it nibbles on my hopeless romantic persona. and I was about to go on a massive tangent about love, but I decided not to. Love tangents are a bit over done aren't they?

And Laura has giving me a spiffy idea to blog about my weirdness of what fashion things I'm randomly into, because I get those and people are like "Brittany, you're crazy!" and then what I'm into is the next coolest thing. or of cool things to come.

I was uncool before uncool was cool.

and I love cuddling.

Lurvey Durvey.

However depressing this depiction of Hamlet's Ophelia is, I'm a bit inspired by it. Apparently it's said she suffered from Erotomania; a rare disorder in which a person holds a delusional belief that another person, usually of a higher social status, is in love with him or her. Love, being one of the most used subject in the creative arts, or in thoughts of life for that matter, is in no way defined.



Dear lord wiki, How to Love. (and my responses)


-Say it. When you say the words "I Love You," do they carry it with them the desire to show someone you love them or do they carry it with them is it what you want to feel? And when you say it make sure you really mean it and are willing to do anything for that special person. (Very true. When you say it without conviction it's a heartbreaker, or and awkward maker.)


-Empathize. Put yourself in someone else's shoes. Rather than impose your own expectations or attempt to control them, try to understand how they feel, where they come from, and who they are; and realize how they could also love you back just as well. (Psh, scare them away with excitement and prying clinging thoughts. yay pessimisim.)

-Love unconditionally. If you cannot love another person without attaching stipulations, then it is not love at all, but deep-seated opportunism (one who makes the most of an advantage, often unmindful of others). If your interest is not in the other person as such, but rather in how that person can enhance your experience of life, then it is not unconditional. If you have no intention of improving that person’s life, or allowing that person to be themselves and accepting them as they are, and not who you want them to be, then you are not striving to love them unconditionally. (That's a given in most cases of my case.)

-Expect nothing in return. That doesn't mean you should allow someone to mistreat or undervalue you. It means that giving love does not guarantee receiving love. Try loving just for loving's sake. Realize that someone may have a different way of showing his or her love for you; do not expect to be loved back in exactly the same way. (I should print this out and tape it somewhere...)

-Realize it can be lost. If you realize that you can lose the one you love, then you have a greater appreciation of what you have. Think how lucky you are to have someone to love. (But that's the sad part...)


Check out the WARNINGS. Oh boy do more people need to read those.
hahaha.

Kill Me Romantically?

Do you ever get the feeling things are going too well? Nothing too dramatic has happened, nothing too irritating has happened, apart from a few minor mishaps, your friends are behaving, your oblivious boyfriend is being extra sweet and romantic the best to his ability, its just seems so......surreal.

Its almost too "too". Nothing too dramatic, but nothing too splendid either. I haven't heard anything about work, school is starting and I'm flat broke, I'm too worried about future relations and situations to take in whats happening now and be happy about whats to come. Am I stuck in one of those weird karma cycles? Are Yin and Yang after me? Am I obliviously balanced in the middle about the slip either way?

I just want SOMETHING to happen. Let's go already. Bring it, please?

My Return.

I'm sorry for my lack of posts recently, I've been CAMPING!

Silver Lake Michigan sand dunes are really goregous. (and I apologize for the crappyness of them, I only had my phone camera.)

The beaches were pretty. and Dante bailed on me last moment, but otherwise I kept thinking about how much I miss colin. I stayout of of the sun as most as possible because I didnt feel like sunburn poisening. There were go-karts and icecream and hot guys riding motorized vehicles with no shirts. it was sweatering hot and ice cold at night. I have enough bug bite to last me untill NEXT summer thank you. dune buggies were intense and we were in-tents. =) I read half of Catch-22 and campground dirt flowing out of my eyeballs. I bought a shirt for breast cancer and it says "Save the Ta-Tas!" I thought it was witty. but its very comfortable.

I couldnt stop thinking about colin though. I'm such a lame O.

And the lighthouse is litterally my favorite place ON THE EARTH.

I want to get married there. Please?
=)

Hooray! I'm half way done with my AP literature junk.

Pride and Prejudice hear my wrath!

And if crazy whats-her-face says my view isn't the right view because it has to be her view or the popular view, I'll be ticked. They always do that and say " I don't think you understood the text." I understood the bloody text. I just look a bit deeper then the average high school reader.

I'm observant and creative bitch. Deal with it.

=)

Raw.

The before is the stress, the pressure, the wanting for it to be OK again, and the confusion of how you got there in the first place. And you think how the hell did it get so awful so fast? What did I do to cause it? Prevent it? Change it? And everything begins to look like concrete or a movie... Unreal but you know your there, and you see your there, and your watching you there, but you don't feel there. Not mentally at least. And you begin to feel like a puppety dead thing that just walks about and tries to rebel to feel something. Kind of like the whole worlds on top of you, and you cant lift it no matter how hard you try. And you question more. More questions then you could begin to answer. Then the maybes pop up. Maybe this, maybe that, maybe something can make me feel right or at least feel. And then your out of the before.

It' the before that worries me.

The little voice that tells you your an idiot and its not that bad. The one that makes you think of the little kids in Africa and the guilt. See, the before isn't just the before. The before doesn't end at the beginning, its always there. Kind of crawling under your skin or on the side of your brain. The feelings, or lack of feelings come with it. And then its not always there. You can still laugh. Have fun. Its when your alone to think about it, when it triggers memories like concrete and the dead feeling when you hold hands. Its always there creeping and shaking you from the inside out. Some say they did it, it's done, and bury it. Some wring it in their fingers till its raw and bleeding. Some just go with it and make up what they believe and just breathe awhile. People deal with the before in different ways and that also worries me. Its not just you, I'm worried about me.

You can't help but aww...

I've found something Lovely.

http://www.interspeciesfriends.com/

Here's a few of what there:

Daring Bitterness.

I refuse to let her make me bitter. How is it, after all this time, she can still be so snooty, so uptight. No mater the effort I make to contribute, I'm shot down with sarcasm and "Wow, isnt that stupid."

I'm opening a can of words and worms. I won't let nerves stop me. A reaction and conclustion is needed. I won't let her infringe my senior year and make me bitter.

A little insight.

1. Which comes first: Friends or Family?
- Well isn't this an awful question. A great majority of the time I view my friends as an extension of family. So wholly my family.

2. What does love mean to you?
- Love, to me, is like air. Whether it was from or for my family, friends, lovers, strangers even, it can't be measured or conducted. It's everything and nothing. Like air, love is not concrete. you can see it when it moves the leaves or blows the water, or when you receive a hug. Literally love is like air. So needed in every sense.

3. Who was the last person you kissed? Do you regret it?
-Colin. And no, I don't regret it in the least bit.

4. Stare at a wall. What's the first thing that pops up into your mind?
-The song I'm listening to is called Around the World by Daft Punk and I was imagining traveling around the world on an epic adventure.

5. What have you been thinking about lately?
-Graduation. Senior year. Moving on it life and not seeing the same faces anymore. Some parts make me upset. Others seem thrilling. All in all I've realized I'm nervous as fuck.

6. Whats been most tempting lately?
- A self attempted lobotomy to just rid myself of all the paranoia and worries and shit that I don't really need.

7. What does your favorite smell remind you of?
- It was I think White Shoulders or Chanel Number 5, my mom wears is, or used to wear it. It reminds me of my younger days, when I would watch my mom get ready for work. All in black and white with red lipstick. it makes me happy.

8. Do you believe in fate?
-I believe fate is a choice. you choose to believe in it, or you choose choices on your own path. Call it a matrix philosophy, but its what I believe.

9. Would you rather be fat, broke, or lonely?
-Well, I'm already 2/3. Honestly, that's a thoughtful question.

10. What impact are you wanting to leave on the world?
- A little, meaningful one.

11. What are the three "nevers" of your life?
-I never meant to let people down.
-I never truly found my niche.
-I never have been entirely happy about myself.

12. Do you think God has a sense of humor?
-Well somebody has a great fucking sense of something.

13. Do you have a song that cheers you up when your blue?
-Motorcycle Drive By : Third Eye Blind.

14. What is your favorite fairytale? Why?
-I love Peter Pan. Its so whimsical and imaginative, nothing can compare. it makes you believe in everything you've ever wanted.

15. If you could come back for a day after you died, what would you do?
- Its weird to say, but I'd probably haunt people that I remembered from life.

16. What do you believe stands between you and happiness?
-This reminds me of a blog I wrote. Society believes there's always something out there that will make you happier. Something more, something in the way. I couldn't pinpoint a reason.

17. What do you love most about yourself?
- I love how some days I can feel good about myself. Even pretty. and how I can talk to people in my driveway for hours and everyone feels relieved. I love how I can call up Dante whenever, and talk about anything and not feel judged. =)

18. What do you imagine yourself doing ten years from now?
- Honestly? Hmm.... I'll be 27. I want to have a good job. Married soon if not already. Maybe expecting. A nice enough home. A simply happy life. Spontaneous, not picture perfect. Quirky in my own sense of it. =)

19. When do you feel most alive?
- When I've created something that makes me proud and other happy.

Can weather have Karma?

It's horrible that my beach day can be ruined by some morning rain and 66 degree temp.

Watch your back Mother N. The wrath of students and a dwindling summer could come back to bite you.

=)

Fall.

Is the world watching the Olympics? It's trippy.

Overkill.

Here I am, sitting in my bra with a towel about my waist, posting finally in some sort of blog phenomena found on the Internet. Alas I can keep a check on myself.

"Paranoia Posts" isn't meant to be my list of worries, fears, nerves and other such calamities.
For now, its just my hidey-house for lifelike activities.

=)

Eccentricity of Quirks.

Is everyone quirky? Like a used car with a faulty locking system, or a door that only opens when you jiggle the handle, how can anybody be the same? Let alone admitting your own quirks, good and bad? Some can be favorable, embarrassing, lovable, repulsive, or just plain strange. The mannerisms of an individual, I think, are as individual as the individual themselves. We as people become attached to them like pets or pseudo selves. They're picked up off the streets and used as subconscious inspiration to live by. Maybe that's how I just think of it.

I also believe I love people because of their quirks. Would you be the same person if you didn't get all nervous over something silly but are happy about it, or you can remember every name of every dungeons and dragons character, but can't remember the characters your forced to remember for class? You wouldn't really. Well, OK so you'd still be you, just a little less interesting.

I love that your interesting.

XD