“Goodbye my love.” He doesn’t say it. There’s no room for softness…not in Sparta. No place for weakness. Only the hard and strong may call themselves Spartans.
Only the hard, only the strong.

Are you not the slightest bit confused?
Just the truth
The speed at which we move blends so well
It’s too soon

Separate yourself from what compels you to relinquish us
Push your way on to me, entirely
Stay away from me, stay away from me now
Less you gonna see, less you gonna see me out

No, I can’t dance less it’s slow or sad
To a song that’s far less obvious
You using me, do it slowly
Make it last until I have to go

Trust me when I say just a few more weeks
Don’t move
Resist temptation
Or do you see fit, just choose

Separate yourself from what compels you to relinquish us
Push your way on to me, entirely
Stay away from me, stay away from me now
Less you gonna see, less you gonna see me out

No, I can’t dance less it’s slow or sad
To a song that’s far less obvious
You using me, do it slowly
Make it last until I have to go

No, I can’t dance less it’s slow or sad
To a song that’s far less obvious
You using me, do it slowly
Make it last until I have to go

No, I can’t dance less it’s slow or sad
To a song that’s far less obvious
You using me, do it slowly
Make it last until I have to go

Stay away from, stay away from, stay away from me

Stay away from, stay away from, stay away from me

Stay away from, stay away from, stay away from me

I registered to vote for the first time in my life today.

Are YOU registered?

I guess I should have said something.  Anything.  I mean, for a guy who wants to be a writer, it suddenly seemed like no words had ever been written.  But when someone tells you that they somehow stopped missing you?  You’re pretty much screwed no matter what you say.

-Lucas, One Tree Hill (4×01)

this is probably one of my favorite photographs. i don’t believe i’m conceited (as you can see, this picture is nothing special). i like that this picture was 100% candid. it’s not a “i’ll-just-pretend-to-be-candid-but -actually-pose” photograph, but, in fact, this was taken at the restaurant during the most important part of the meal: deciding. I can almost see the thought process taking place. So many delectable items, where to begin?

It didn’t take me many tough decisions to realize that I strongly dislike making them when they apply to my own life. To tell you the truth, I take pride in making decisions for other people, especially in stressful situations. But when it applies to me, I can never make the choice. My whole life I had my parents make every single one of my choices for me, and the biggest decision I had to make was which jeans I should wear in the morning, or if I should get cheese fries or pizza for lunch. Now..? Talk of the future used to get me so excited, but at this point I wish it was already chosen for me, and I didn’t have these random urges to pursue a different career or future pathway. Help.

I am eagerly awaiting home, the weekend, and sleep.

I am at perfect ease at the moment, relative to the hopeless situation in which I have found myself. I’m surrounded by books, some filing cabinets, and not to mention a few other desks such as this one. Even with others around me, I feel a satisfied sense of seclusion. I’m not so alone, where I will fall either fall asleep while trying to study, and/or watch random episodes of Friends on my laptop with my headphones plugged in. But I am alone enough in the sense that I’ll get [the majority of] my work done without the distraction of lingering on a familiar face in the library or gazing off into the imitation-sky ceiling of the Quiet Room. There is one simple problem, though, even in this glorious spot located next to the Restricted section of books, I find myself stumbling across wordpress, facebook, or even just reading someone else’s blogs. Because, when someone walks by, it doesn’t look like I’m procrastinating. Instead, it appears as if I’m writing a paper in a different format. Perhaps?

I wanted to mention that I did something today that I never imagined I would have the courage to do. Well actually, I often imagined it, but I never really thought it would happen. It didn’t actually happen the way I expected it to, just like everything else in my life, but at least it happened. I swear, after I entered college, my previously [almost] non-existent level of shyness suddenly plagued itself into my life. Not necessarily plagued, but it does seem to play a large role in my life nowadays. It’s not so much shyness, but more of a barrier, I suppose. I don’t speak unless spoken to in a class, for example. And I’m really bad at introducing myself and meeting new people. Weird, huh?
Well, I must get back to my unfortunate list of things to memorize for my two exams tomorrow. I will say this, though: Today, I am thankful for my Chemistry professor for letting me take the exam on Monday. Honestly, I think I’m going to make her cookies, to show an ounce of how grateful I really am.

i find myself wanting to switch places with others, only for a day. alhamdulillah, for the most part, i am rather happy. i honestly have no dire issues that i can complain about in my life. however, i can’t help but wonder what life must feel like for certain others. to be someone completely different than me.. to get another perspective on life.. this probably sounds like an overly generic post, and maybe it is, but all one can do is imagine.

i watched an interview with a certain actress who said that before she began acting, she could never stay rooted in one place. for a period of her life, she would be moving constantly, an average of about every six months. each new place she moved, she could be someone else. not necessarily a change of her physical self, but of her personality or charisma. she was asked, “but then didn’t you have to hide who you really were?” and her response was, “it’s not that i was hiding my personality, i was just cautious with what i allowed myself to reveal.”

in other news, i need to come up with a way to break into my neighbor’s apartment and destroy their guitar hero.

A new blog.  Here we go again ..