Bipolar?

So I've come to the conclusion that I could possibly be bipolar. This isn't the best thing to come to the realization of, but I can imagine that a lot of people think they may be insane at one time in their lives. I think I can attribute this partially to lack of sleep (so I guess lack of sleep makes me poetic and bipolar, I think it works). I could be laughing histerically about something one minute, then ready to cry my eyes out the next. My conclusion in these findings is that I think the human race is- as a whole- bipolar to some degree. Or maybe a bit more broad on that subject, the human race is insane.

So in my discovery of my Bipolarity I have also discovered that I am completely normal in the niche of the human race. However, it could just be the female population of humanity. Either way, I'm just a normal insane person too!

A moment of sheer girlyness- Pink, Fluffy and Frilly

So last week my roommates and I were bored and decided to look up songs on YouTube. Of course we chose all the sappy girl songs- Out of My League by Stephen Speaks, Luckiest by Ben Folds- those types of songs. Then a young man from across the hall came over to play and suggested a song. This song was Love Story by Taylor Swift. Oh my goodness. Every girl wants this. Well, in my opinion anyway. And the fact that it was a boy that introduced us to this song gave said boy about a million brownie points- good work Branden :). Anyway, this is just an adorable song. This is my moment of being just a girl.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said,
"Marry me, Juliet - you'll never have to be alone.
I love you and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad - go pick out a white dress;
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"

Yes.

Angst

The dictionary definition of angst is 'a feeling of dread, anxiety, or anguish'. Apparently its the German word for 'fear'. I think I am diagnosing myself with Half-Way-Through-My-First-Semester-Of-College-Dont-Know-What-To-Do-With-My-Life-College-Angst. Yay.

Chills

Do you ever get the chills when you're not really cold? They start right at the very core of you and work their way out and around? I get them all the time. Especially right now. I will argue with any person on the face of this earth who says that miracles have ceased. The end.

English Majors Part Two

So, once again just got out of my English Literature class. I've decided poetry brings out the very worst in everyone. Thats definitely not how it should be, but inevitably it is. Poetry can be taken so many different ways that everyone feels the overwhelming need to prove that the way they view it is the absolute, end-all way of perceiving that poem. Shouldn't it teach us to be more open minded? To look at things through a more broad perspective, walk a mile in someone elses shoes, that sort of thing? It doesn't though, and to me thats sad. So this is my note to everyone. Learn to look at things from a different perspective, open your eyes and stop arguing.

Bottom Line, dont be an English Major.

Aw suck.

Petulant #2

So, I found the cure for petulance. When you feel like a five year old the only thing to do is act like a five year old. Last Friday (the 17th) I got up early, got dressed, didn't wake up any of my roommates and went outside. It was, of course, freezing, but I walked around for about two hours. You might be asking yourself "How does this have anything to do with acting like a five year old?". Well on this walk I found a park. At this park I found a swing.

The cure for petulance is swinging on a swing till your face is numb and your hands are frozen to the chains. I thought I would tell you all about this because it was an excellent remedy for all my restlessness. Maybe one day when you just don't know what to do with yourself, you can think of this and find a park, and in that park find a swing. Good luck.

P.S. I just found out how to follow other peoples blogs, so I am pretty much following everyone now. Don't think I'm creepy, but half the fun of blogging is reading other peoples blogs. I have to thank Brooke for that :)

A Walk Through the Leaves

The trees were crying this morning.