poison oak.

I'd appreciate if everyone would hold back their "I told you so's."






fuck.
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I'm going through a quarter life crisis.

I'm just having a really hard time deciding what is really important.
But I think I'm closer to figuring it out than I was before.

i am probably slowly killing brain cells by watching too many VH1 reality shows. I crack up over what people will do to be on television. Daisy of Love is my new guilty pleasure.

Other than that, nothing too exciting is up.

I'm not very interesting. :p

for some reason, I am ALWAYS irritatable on Tuesdays. It is by far my worst day of the week. I cannot focus, and the littlest things bug me. It always takes forever, too!

Plus, I'm driving my mom's four-runner this week, and I hate driving that stupid thing more than anything, even the ugly giant van at work. I have to slam on the gas pedal to go freaking 70.

can't it just be five o'clock already?? or better yet, April 8th?

Just counting down the days until vacation. Also keeping entertained reading daily hate messages about yours truly. :D

and yes, I am a hypocrite from time to time, but there are very few people that aren't. I'm no better than anyone else, and at least I'm honest about it.

despite my last entry and a little bit of confusion, I really am pretty happy right now. Content at the very least.



also, I forgot how much I LOVE this song...


One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong.
What they call "love" is a risk
To always get hit out of nowhere by some wave out of nowhere, and end up on your own.

The hole in the hull defied the crews attempts to bail us out.
It flooded the engines, and radio
..Half buried bow.

The tongue is a rudder that steers the whole ship
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.

But the wrong words will strand you
Come off course while you sleep
Sweep your boat out to sea,
or dashed to bits on the reef.

The vessel groans, as the ocean pressure hits it's frame
To the port I see the lighthouse, through the sleet and the rain
And I wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts.
The morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.

They say that the captain, they stay with the ship,
Through still and storm.
...But this ain't the Dakota, the water's cold.
Won't have to fight for long.









This is the end.

This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear
Call me and let me taste the salt you breathe while you were underneath
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea.
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.
I know that this is what you want. A funeral keeps both of us apart. You know that you are not alone.
Need you like water in my lungs.