Can't Someone Just Get Me Out of Here?

I really hate it when you think you are completely over someone, but then stand in their presence and discover that you're not. The flood of reasons why they are so delightful begin to pour into the crevices of your mind. And then, only then, do you realize how much you enjoyed their smile, laugh and silly personality. And you do not enjoy the way they try to make eye contact with you, which merely seems like a mockery to your current status. You laugh at all their silly jokes, but then quickly look away as if you were laughing at the air and how funny it is that we breathe it. Yes, I hate it when his parents ask you about your life, but he inquires not one question about your life after you've completely embarrassed yourself by exposing your vulnerability. Or he acts as if nothing has happened. That is what I hate.

Of course, I am phlegmatic, and above all, hate confrontation.

True Friendship

SONNET 73

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
   This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
   To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

                                        - Our Dear Friend Shakespeare

The Unsung Sonnet

Ah, my lonesome love
Let us come together and meet
No matter where the greet
Is it fate that draws us near?
Or the divine hand
That leads us to this foreign land?

Ah, my lonesome love
Let us run away with each other
Forgetting father and mother.
Will we ever be alike again?
Two lovers striving for perfection
May end in lacking affection.

Ah, my lonesome love
Let us forget and embrace
And forgive ourselves in grace.
Can we not simply live
And dismiss the world from our minds?
Lest we forever remain blind.
                       - R

Sometimes I wish I could just be secksy.

Oh What A World This Life Could Be

So, it turns out that my life is not as tumultuous as I first perceived it to be. Which is great right?! Thankfully, I am NOT failing any of my classes! Which is quite amazing, if I do say so myself.

However, do you ever feel like you could be doing something so much better with you life? Lately, I've felt this way. I feel like I become too headstrong about meaningless things such as clothing, Facebook, my weight, men, and even my blog... I feel like I could be doing something so much more meaningful with this short time I have. I need to "go do," as Jonsi would say. But what am I going to do? How can I make a difference in this vast wheat field when I am merely one grain? I need inspiration. Because this just won't do.

I guess I'll have to stew over this... speaking of which, I'm hungry.

Sad Silly Stories of My Sort of Sad, Silly Satirical Soul

Within past month or two I feel as if I have gone through hell and back again. Literally. My grandmother, whom I was very close to, passed away, my uncle passed away last Wednesday, I have not been doing well in any of my classes, I flunked a Biology test, I just received the "just friends" talk, discovered that money is the worst thing to have between a loving family and the crowning bright red cherry on top of this melting sundae is the fact that I feel apathetic towards the most important thing in my life.
Needless to say, I've been stressed. However, I know that everyone goes through these awful experiences. Heck, there are people out there that don't have ANYTHING. Therefore, through this mess I've decided to be thankful for what I have (even though it might be slightly crappy). Being thankful and at least slightly optimistic, in my opinion, is far better than stewing in my own stress and selfishness.
Hopefully, the sun will come up soon.

Uncle Dale Died Today of a Massive Heart Attack.

I'm upset. Nay, devastatingly upset. I feel as if things just suck right now.

I'm so upset that I can't even write anything on my blog that wouldn't be profane or inappropriate.

I hate it when people die.