11.5.2010

Remember, remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

Oh Natalie Portman, the things I would do to you... Woah, sorry. I got sidetracked.

I feel like my life has this predictability to it, and I'm not entirely sure I am diggin' that... Also, I'm not sure how to stop that from happening. Oh well, it's a problem for another day. My problem for today is that I need to change my study habits, so I'm going to go and attempt to do that.

I hope everyone has an excellent Guy Fawkes day.

11.2.10

Welcome to November people! Rockin'!!!

So, today I quit Disciples of Gaming because I needed to focus on my education more, and it wasn't helping me to do that. Two years and 11 months almost to the day I devoted to that gaming community, and it's all down the toilet now. Oh well, I'm going to get my thesis done by MAY!! That's right, MAY!!! :D

In other news. I'm pretty defeated when it comes to ladies in my life at the moment. DE-feated. Oh well, I guess it'll come when it comes... And hopefully I will along with it! See what I did there? Haha. Sorry, I'm a bit cheeky right now! Watch out!

I'm re-focused, and stoked to be alive right now!! YES! DD Thursday (Derby/Drinking) coming up!!! YES!!! :)

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10.30.10

I wish things were different. I wish things were real.
I wish people could talk about exactly as they feel.
The world is full of hate and unexpected turmoil.
If only we could learn to love, and to be real.
Life only happens once, so why deny yourself?
Please come to me and tell me, exactly what I want.
'Course, perfection never happens.
Perfect isn't real.
Perfect is a dream inside you really shouldn't feel.
Perfection is elusive, in every waking moment.
Perfection would be, to me anyway, A sense of devotion.
A sense of belonging.
A sense of something more.
But right now...

Right now I only feel disappointment.
I only feel the insane.
What kind of life is that?
To only feel Extreme?
It's the kind of stuff dreams are made of.
The only thing that's real.
I don't wish this life on anyone, especially those who cannot feel.