:D
Let me have your children.
That is all.
blah blah blah.
I'm in class.
I'm not really listening to the teacher though.
Oh well.
Maybe I should stop typing nonsense and actually pay attention to her lecture.
Nahhhh...
Its about lame stuff.

Surprise surprise.

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Its a bitter sweet symphony, this life we live.
When its good its good.
When its bad its bad.

Good song.

I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain...


Just thought everyone should know.
I'm in class, I should close this window before ms. T-pain walks by.
:]


Enjoy.

Pretend you love me.

I am one of those people who constantly associates songs I listen to, to people in my life. Is that weird? Does anyone else do that too? I sometimes like to believe that everyone else does the exact same thing, but more so I hope that people think of me when they listen to their music. I often pretend it, it makes me feel really special. It seems really lame on the surface, but in reality...yeah, ok I'm lame.

NO!

Remember Thomas the tank engine who always choo chooed up the mountain saying, "I think I can, I think I can"?
Well I'm A-choo chooing all over the place yelling, "Im not sick, I'm not sick"
I don't get sick.
I'm never sick.
I won't get sick.
I can't get sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm not sick.
I don't get sick.

Dress up.

We played dress up at Courtney's house tonight.
Courtney has some pretty nifty ummm...clothing.
Wow.
I'm going to be a rather outrageous vixen when I finally cut loose.
Whoever has me is going to be one lucky fellow.

The day I finally blossom all of god's angels will sing beautiful,whimsical hymms.
You just listen.

It will be a while I'm sure, so for now I'll stick to my usual:
Modest is Hottest.

;)

Purple Pickled Mushrooms

I have decided that life is good. No, I take that back, life is great. I want to accomplish so many things, I want to tackle so many problems and I'd love to leap over every obstacle. Certain people in my life are giving me so much to work with it. I'm excited for the future. I'm ready. I'm going to run this race, I'm going to keep going. Watch me.


:]

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
In your two ton death trap I finally saw.
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.
And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
-Ingrid.

The weather and itunes have this remarkable way of knowing exactly how I feel at a given time. Shuffle seems to work well for me. The songs that play throughout my life, always work well in every situation. The weather never fails.
I Don't like feeling this way.
I want something. I don't know what. I do know. I'm afraid to admit it. I want my life to go in the direction I steer it. I want to go back to the old days, when everything was simple.

Ugh.

I really miss you.