"There's an emptiness, that at times, seems to burn.
      I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean."

Why is it, that when I just want to express something, all the best words are taken? Do I truly lack that much originality.
    In the sense of the word, I gather that I'm anything but unoriginal.

But that could be the lies talking.

    The whispers in my ear. The beratement. The dire instinct that my heels should hit the pavement -- barefoot and sprinting.
I sometimes wish life could whisk by like wind through hair. Just blow me back, refresh me, leave me feeling lighter and more free, instead of weighted and chained.

Here I sit, at 2:30 in the morning, and the most dominant emotion present within me wants to produce tears instead of smiles. Blame it on the hour, blame it on the hollow walls that surround me in an unfamiliar place. Blame it on the unreliable source that is my makeup of my sentiments. Blame it on me. I'm a highly reliable scapegoat. At the end of a diaster, I'm the exclamation point.

    I honestly don't think "one's own worst critic" can truly encompass me. Perhaps all the words of description aren't taken. Because I'm not sure there's a phrase accurate enough to depict my downfalls to their truest degrees.

No, nothing devastating has happened. No event has implanted it's crater into my steeled shell. This is just me, at an uneventful time. Speaks volumes, doesn't it? Too bad it's shouting in a language I'm inept with.

Enigma is my name.                                                               Stay away from me.

there's a guy in my astronomy class who looks like Orlando Bloom.
    he said people used to tell him that during the LOTR days.

i have a new phone, along with a new phone number, to go with my new phone service
    fewest dropped calls better not be propaganda!

got older
    had fun
        miss friends

shakespeare starts next week

saw a movie that left me...............enchanted.
    cannot say how much i am enamored by its music
         independent films have something unmatchable
                 i am still breathless

i'm ready for a date

i need to go back on weight watchers

but i need more...not to care!

treated myself to a new 'shirt'. urban outfitters. who knew I could wear something from there.
   it is becoming my favorite.
       i already spilled tomato sauce on it tonight. hopefully the hand wash was only a suggestion ("more like guidelines than actual codes")

dean's list. 2nd semester in a row.
   me = happy

*cannot....seriously....describe how breathtaking the music below is. Left me changed.