Crying into the Pond

So I'm sitting here at my brother's house and wondering what the next 3 hours will be like... Sitting around, by myself, watching movies and... Biding my time... Until I can go home, have a shower (I may consider skipping this step) and climb into Good Ol' Bed.

On another note, I've almost finished my Commerce assignment... This stuff is utterly useless junk.

The Giant and Me

I wonder why anyone invented Corners. Or the word Corner. I mean... Why not have everything be round... Or just... Not have Corners...? Which would make it round, right?

In other news, I Public Spoke today.
I wasn't all that great.
But I believed in what I was saying. I really did.

I think imagination is so Important. Almost more important than most everything else. Obviously not absolutely everything because that's silly.
But it's more important than Maths and Science... Well, sort of. The knowledge of them anyway. But honestly, how do people discover or invent things without an Imagination? They don't.

On a Train to Memphis

It's curious, the fact that we need oxygen to breathe. I mean, it's not scientifically curious... More theologically so. Why did God choose to make oxygen the substance we need for our bodies to run. And how come we make a bad substance when we're breathing out? Why can't it be a good substance?
I suppose it's all in God's hands.
It's curious though, to try and analyse the reasons for God's choices.

I was actually just thinking about it because my eyes were hurting, 'cause they haven't had any oxygen today.

I wonder where we get our fingernails from? I mean, they say most physical features or aspects are genetic, but what about your fingernails?

Blue Roses for a Red Lady

"It's just another day, nothing in my way. I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay, so there's nothing left to say."

"For a lonely soul it seems to me that you're having such a nice time."

Well...

It's just another day. It's not as if it's unusual. Happens every other day.
Nothing in my way. Not really. I mean, Life's pretty good. I just complain all the time.

I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay, I don't wanna do anything.
For a "lonely soul" it seems to me that you're having such a nice time. I guess I am, even though I don't think so sometimes. Moping about in my way. Maybe I should stop complaining and just admit that I have a good Life, great Friends, an amazing Family. All of that. And more.
What do boys matter? Really?
...so there's nothing left to say.

Red Hair and Dice

Maybe I'm inadequate...

But probably not. I mean, look, it's not as if they can help it. And neither can I.

I love Christmas time. I wish it was July. My birthday's in less than a month.
I need to start planning my birthday party.
Yep.


You know, on a completely different topic, everything depends on something... Ever noticed that?