Nothin' to see here.

I went shopping online for new clothes today. I need to re-outfit myself for the summer.

That is all.

Gravity

It's nearly June and it's snowing here. I swear, this country is just messing with all of us at this point.

Anyways, I've been busy lately... preparing for finals, spending time with friends, working on new songs and personal writing projects, running for high school president, community service, reading, keeping up with politics, and from time to time, sleeping.

I dunno what it is about the last little while. At the time everything feels right and good, but when I look back on things, my days just feel hollow, like nothing special has come out of them. The single exception to this was the "date" that I went on last night. I didn't know until a few hours into the date that the girl I was with had never been out with a guy in any way, shape or form before. I really feel like I did a good job of making the evening special for her. I mean, I'm not sure how significant the whole thing'll be for her, but I hope she can remember it in the best light.

On an unrelated note, I worked at a charity garage sale earlier today. It was stunningly boring. I really wish that I hadn't volunteered for the thing, but I guess it was good... I got some exercise moving desks and couches for people who bought them. I hate being hired muscle, but you do what has to be done right?

Sleeping is dumb. We need to figure out some sort of energy supply for humans so that we don't have to waste so many hours of our lives just regenerating.

Okay. That is all.

P.S. I totally wish I could an airbender.

Just Lucky, I Guess

Girlfriend's mother asked me if I was in love with her, earlier tonight. Being the kind of person that I am, I replied with straight-faced honesty.
I'm very glad I made this decision. Her and I went on to have a really nice talk, and get to know each other a little bit more. I can't explain why, but it just gave me this nice, warm reassuring feeling inside of me.
Fifty days... it's coming faster and faster now.

Misrebelia

Staring at a blank page, I can feel the dark corners of exhaustion advancing in on my vision, though I'm kept awake by his violent coughing from the next room.
The hands on the clock read 7:37, with the second hand halfways to the '1', just the same as they've been stuck at for the last four days. I keep thinking that I need to get him to fix it, but I know as well as he does that if anyone could find a way to wreck a clock more than it already is, it'd be him.
Taking a drink from the glass next to me, and instantly forgetting the sensation, even as I swallow, I look back down at my desk. Fifty empty lines on the page. From the road outside, and ambulance races past, casting a new red backdrop on my otherwise bleak surroundings for a moment.
I bring the glass to my lips again, to discover that it's empty. My own indifference is nearly overwhelming. It's not so much my body's need for water as it is my physical defeat pushing away any other desires. I don't just want to sleep. I simply need it at this point.

My chest hurts.
Really hurts.
I get up, pulling my face out of the arm of the couch, only to have my head feel light, and my ears ringing. Steadying myself on the lamp on the end table, I stumble to catch it. She's tired enough as it its. It's hardly fair of me to add another broken lamp to everything on her plate.
I stumble to the kitchen, and blindly clasp the nearest glass to me, and hold it under the running faucet, splashing water onto my wrist and knuckles. I take a sip, and it tastes very faintly of beer... the same as the cause of the splatter on my shirt, if I remember correctly.
I down the glass in one gulp, and feeling more conscious, tiptoe back to the living room where I woke up. I can see one of my shoes lazily tossed aside underneath the table in the middle of the room. I'll look for the other in the morning.
I peel my shirt off of my lanky torso, and lay back down on the couch, face-up, and close my eyes to the sound of an ambulance rushing somewhere. In a weird kind of way, it's very soothing, the thought that the world is still spinning all the worst ways.

I give up. Not tonight. Maybe coffee tomorrow will help me think of something. What I wouldn't give to be worry-free for a couple hours.

Dream-self

My dream-self is a jerk. The situation was something like this
I'm sitting on a couch, Lily next to me, and she's crying, though I can't recall why. I wrap my arms around her, and promise her that everything is going to be okay. She scoots closer to me, curls her legs up, and puts her head on my chest. It's like this for several minutes until I blink, and suddenly it's like I'm watching a movie, suspended several feet above the two of us.
Then, I hear my voice say, "Don't open your eyes. If you do, you'll wake up and remember that this is all just a dream."
Naturally, I open my eyes, and I'm in my room, the sun is risen, and I'm clutching my pillow close to my chest.

Losers

Wow. Talk about shenanigans. Seriously, I think I've broken over twenty laws in the last hour... but damn, if that wasn't an AWESOME time, I don't know what was.
Shopping carts rule, plain and simple.

Spastic Breathing

Okay, so get this: I've got an awesome idea for sorta brother and sister story ideas stemming from two extremely different trains of thought, but coming together to make one really kick-ass idea. Maybe it's crazy, but check this out: The two very different points of view in these songs made into two lovers feeling extremely contrasting emotions for each other, but how they come together to make something beautiful, regardless.
You never know, it could come out just some sloppy mess, but it'll be my sloppy mess. Wish me luck!