Thoughts

I think that from here on out, until I get tired of it, I'm going to set my ipod to shuffle, push play, and "feature" whichever song apple chooses for me. Today's song is "Edit" by Regina Spektor, from her album Begin to Hope. She's amazing, if y'all haven't discovered her yet, but some of her stuff takes a little getting used to. Let's just say she's an acquired taste. :)

I don't really have that much to say tonight. I just have this overwhelming need to write something, even if it is just the mundane happenings of my mind at one in the morning. What I really want to write is a book. A novella, maybe. I have an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for what feels like forever, but I just can't seem to get out on paper. I know where I want to go with it, but I'm having trouble getting from point A to point B. My English teacher would tell me to just start writing and go from there. Easier said than done, it would seem.

On another note, I don't ever recall building brick walls reinforced with steel around my heart, but the past four months (or longer, even... who knows) would suggest that I did, at some point. I guess the fact that I don't remember building them contributes to the fact that I can't tear them down. I haven't quite figured out how, yet. Hopefully I'll be able to at some point in the very near future, because there are some seriously cool friendships I feel like I'm missing out on. Until that day comes, however, I remain eternally grateful to those who force themselves into your hearts and won't let you block them out.

End.

Don't shoot me, Santa!

That's a great new song by The Killers, if you haven't heard it.

So my original intent was to write of my worries that my best friend might be mad at me again, but she just sent me a message on facebook so all is well. I think this fear was born more out of the fact that I haven't heard much from her over the past couple of days than anything.... substantial, I guess. Maybe her phone just wasn't working. The last time we fought (which was the first time), I hadn't talked to her in at least a month before... well, the details aren't important, but, needless to say, I get worried whenever I don't hear from her for a stretch. Anywho!

Semester is FINALLY over. Huzzah!

...I don't really remember what else I was gonna say.