Guess who hasn't posted in months..

Obviously that'd be me. Things have been crazy. In course of recent events all I have to say is if your putting a lot of your time into something should you continually question if it's worth it or do you listen to your heart. I'm not sure anymore I guess it goes to whether you think with your head or you heart.

Well I've always been better at thinking with my head.

And in height of recent events I stand by my statement that high school relationships are never worth the trouble.

If I were to get in a car right now North Carolina is where I would end.

Today I realized I find insurmountable flaws in everyone and once I notice it, it's all I focus on. It maybe one of my biggest flaws, but it's makes me the cold. I'm going pollotarian, for now atleast and see where is leads.

Call me a hopless romantic, call me just plain pathetic, I am what I feel, and tonight I don't feel that much.

“Time doesn't always heal: it just breathes and swallows memories like the seasons change - sending showers; beating flowers into the mud. And nothing is forever in this place. Nothing but the way my heart fits in your hands; the held breath of hope.”

This weekend I'm going to Washington, DC. I kind of excited, skipping school Friday and trying out for the high performance team because the head of my league asked me too. I have a tournament their this weekend anyway. So we went to Walmart to buy snacks and other things, Tom O'Daniels was in Walmart. his baby sister is sooo cute. Did you know they have a whole aisle dedicated to ethnic hair products, I didn't until today. Anywho there are always such trashy people just like walking around. I feel less classy being there. My mother only got me to go cause she promised to take me to Red Lobster after, it was delicious. Angela ate four tacos at dinner today, I wasn't there but she told me about it. I packed for Washington, I tend to over pack, but whatever. 

I love when people tell me stories, I ask people too all the time. People always say they can't are don't tell them well. So I continue my quest for the perfect storyteller. 

It's been there all along inside you, waiting to escape your sinner's skin.

"We all die, the goal isn't to last forever.

It's to create something that will."

So today I came across this quote and I immediately though of Angela Hassan. Simply because that is truly her goal, she's my favorite person to talk about serious things with, not politics or about the economy, but things that honestly really matter. Like living, dying, life, what we really want, happiness, and love. And sometimes the things she says just blow me away, she really has it all figured out and she gets me. Maybe not the things I do or why I'm so short tempered or my entire life story, but she understands how I feel about this universe and the people and situations in it. She really is one of those people that doesn't say much, but when she does you need to listen because something sheer genius probably just drifted right by you.

It's a mess out there, you said the rain's the rain.

“I was in love with a beautiful blonde once, dear. She drove me to drink. That's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.”

At this point I'm getting everything I want out of life. Blink 182 is back together, I've been asked to try out for the All American Volleyball team, me and 39 others girls from the eastern sea board were chosen. I got nominated for a leadership conference in which I'll have to handle a false germ outbreak and all that, plus it looks great for my college applications, and my mom just laid out the $2500. I couldn't ask for more. 

All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.

"It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window." 

-Raymond Chandler

I'm temperamental these days. I know exactly why too, and I've only told one other person, Carly Morrison. I told her because she knows the exact feeling. Maybe I'm selfish or childish or maybe both, or maybe I'm right maybe I have all the reason in the world to act like so. I just don't know how to handle the cause of it either. God, things are so simple, it's really people who make them difficult. As I realize now then ever. I'll just have to keep reminding myself I was here all along.

You know there's something here that matters

So things are really starting to get to me. Well the things you do. It's just myspace, but it means a lot, it shows me who you are. It's one spot, but six years is a long time.