Matter of Time

I love you.
I dunno why, really. I just do.
It makes sense to me, I guess.
And that's pretty great
You make me happy, and I hope that I make you happy too
Mostly I think we work out really good
And sometimes when I worry, I don't worry for very long.
I know that it's all going to work out
So I hold me head up, and know that I'm lucky
Because, simply put, I am
By all means and purposes, we shouldn't have met
But we did.
And, as we sometimes say
Now, it's only a matter of time.

GMH

We care about the things that make sense to us. The things that we can profoundly understand, and the things that make us feel warm and safe inside. The things that remind us what it means to be human in the very simplest way.

We suffer for the things we care about because it's a concept that we can understand. If we hurt enough, what we hurt for must be worth it. As a rule of thumb, nothing is black and white. There's gray everywhere we look, but really, it's all about how you interpret it.

Well... not everything. There something that isn't gray. It's perfectly white, actually. Hope. The things we strive for, and ache to make happen. The things we care about enough to change the world to make happen.


An elderly man sitting on a park bench one spring morning looks to his wife sitting beside him and says, "We did it, darling, we did it. We grew old together". Love like that is what give me hope.

Vidya

Disregard sleep
play video games

Opinions

I find that the more I learn, the more I find myself disagreeing with things or people I used to believe were right always, no matter what.

I used to hate to be that one guy who went out of a movie disagreeing with his friends. I would lie, or stay silent about whether I though it was good or entertaining, but now, I thrive on that point of view. It's not about being an individual, it's about recognizing what I think is right.

Really, I don't even like disagreeing. Arguing with someone I care about leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, but it's not as bad as that feeling in my gut when I know I haven't stood up for something I should have.

All things considered, I know it's kind of a roundabout way of saying it, but to me, it just comes out to sticking up for what you think is right.

I hope I don't hurt anybody's feelings with whatever transpires.

Young

We are young
We are invalid
We are stupid
We are selfish
We are shallow
We are unkind
We are beautiful
We are creative
We are offensive
We are misleading
We are sickly
We are invincible
We are ignorant
We are tired
We are rebellious
But we're happy
That's all we really understand
And it's all we really have to.

I can sleep when I'm dead.

Hey! I'm alive. Miss me yet, internet?
I don't really know why I haven't written. I guess I just haven't had much to say. I've been busy, I guess. My family is working, I'm working, and my senior year of high school is keeping me busy. I have the same friends, same dreams, same goals. Nothing's really changed lately... but I feel like that's something I can be okay with right now. I'm happy with life. It's just been one of those times where everything feels like it's all good.

So- opinions: What would be scarier: Learning your best friend is a serial killer in disguise, or learning that a serial killer who was a stranger was killing for you, y'know, watching you and taking out people who said something rude to you, or a co-worker who took that promotion that you thought you were going to get? Just food for thought.

Hum... Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep is fun, but the plot is silly. Axel shouldn't be there. I could go off on a huge tangent here, but long story short an extremely popular character appears in the game just to please fans, and it totally wrecks the flow of the story and feels really out of place. You can just tell he was shoehorned in there at the last minute with writing, and it makes me sad that the writers sank to that level. I expected more of them, is all.

Okay guys, that's all for today. I'll try to start writing more, now that I'm done with marching band.

My sleep schedule is the wost. Whatever.

You Slipped (Vanessa)

So I realized I liked you for all the things I hated
One thing after another, mistakes adding up.

You told me it would all be fine, so I braced for disaster
Some lights just aren't enough

You never wore shoes without your socks
Never listening to me
Always swore that you were different

With the world around you spinning faster and faster
You slipped.

It's well-known that you hate everything that loved you
We're past all that's past, and the past should be left in clear sight
We danced over the pane of glass, frosted over old mistakes
It all seems so clear now


You never wore shoes without your socks
Never listening to me
Always swore that you were different

With the world around you spinning faster and faster
You slipped.

Leave it all behind
Let it all go
When you open your eyes it's gone
Leave it all behind
Let it all go
When you open your eyes it'll all rush back


You never wore shoes without your socks
Never listening to me
Always swore that you were different

With the world around you spinning faster and faster
You slipped.

Gravity Rides Everything

Things are looking up for me. I think I've finally broken out of that slump I was stuck in for a while. I don't know exactly how I got over it bu I did. I have hope again, and it's truly glorious.
It goes without saying that I still feel lonely, but I guess that's part of the ride that I strapped myself in for. It hurts, but at least I've gotten used to it, and the days are full enough to provide adequate distraction. Next week the marching band is heading to Spokane for a competition. I'm not sure exactly how it will turn out, but at the least we aren't being graded.

I have no idea what it is, but right now, alone in the dark, just me and my thoughts, the gentle thrum of the water heater in the background, I feel safe. I just feel like everything is... okay. Like it'll all work out, and I don't need to worry or be scared of what the future's gonna throw at me. I just keep my head up, and the rest will work itself out. My breathing feels soft and slow in my chest, and my heart is relaxed to match. It's really nice. It's not often I just sit down and have time completely to myself.

It's chilling to think that even though we're half the world away, when we look at the sky, we still see the same moon. It's not quite as bright as it is when we remember the way it looked when we were together, but it's almost as good.

With you, life is a perfect adventure