Jams

I saw someone else do this on their blog, and I liked the idea. Since I have nothing good to write about, I decided to do the same.
Here are the first 10 songs that played from my library when set to play randomly...

1. Criminal - Fiona Apple
2. The First Cut is the Deepest - Sheryl Crow
3. Blowin' in the Wind - Bob Dylan
4. The Remedy - Jason Mraz
5. Track 15 - Rent Soundtrack
6. Annie Waits - Ben Folds
7. She's Not Just a Pretty Face - Shania Twain
8. Sunscreen Song - Baz Luhrman
9. Never Let Me Go - Josh Groban
10. Lightening Crashes - Live

Damn the Bottom Step

BEWARE the BOTTOM STEP!!! They're tricky little buggers.

DANGER! Always use caution while venturing down the stairs. You never know when you may come in contact with the elusive Bottom Step. It takes finely crafted skill and years of experience to maneuver your way past and survive such a journey.
Bottom Step passing should always be an exclusive event. Never, under any circumstance, attempt to make this a multitaskable activity.
For example, do not attempt to read a text message while aiming to conquer the difficulty of the Bottom Step. This foolishness can only end in disaster. A mistake like this will result in defeat. The strength and craftiness of the sneaky Bottom Step will overpower you, and you will go tumbling down. The repercussions can be devastating. Inadequate cushioning of the tush may result in tenderness and the inability to sit for extended periods of time.
Consider this the next time you decide to undertake the challenge of the Bottom Step phenomenon.

sleep

Thinking is a dangerous game when played by this girl. She sits, alone, with only her thoughts. It builds, enveloping her, suffocating her, until she escapes into the sweet release of sleep. Sleep. The only place she finds peace. Sleep, her sanctuary, her haven, her release, her shelter from the cold in her heart. Here she can dream of artificial truths, until she wakes with the realization of delusion. Here she finds comfort, a comfort that replaces the embracing she longs for.

I want someone to tell me I'm wrong

I find myself becoming more and more cynical with each passing day. Always the skeptic, suspicious, doubtful, sarcastic, untrusting. It's beginning to show.

I don't believe in it. I think it's a lie, nonexistent, fictional, imaginary. It's a sham. It is a lie that a large number of unfortunate, unaware, naive people are living. I'm losing my faith in it more and more. Love... the grand charade. Seriously, how can it possibly be true? I've come to think that it was only invented to make people feel good. It's not real. I believe that many people believe that they are indeed in love. However, they are only in love with the idea, only in love with the feelings they think they have, only in love with the hallmark-made closeness. I believe that people can be interested in, care for, or be attracted to another. However, LOVE, in the grand sense of the word, cannot be.
Love a box of cookies, love an afternoon nap, love the warmth of the sunshine on your face, love the smile of the guy you like, but do not kid yourself. Don't waste your time trying to find true love. In the way "love" exists in reality, you can find "love" in pretty much anyone. I think about all of the people I know that claim to be in love, all in different degrees of life. I realize that though they all may work together, they all could just as well work out with any number of other people. They say you cannot choose who you love. Incorrect.
Perhaps you think I am wrong. Perhaps you yourself are living the lie. I understand. I don't hold it against you, you are not at fault. I understand it is easy to believe in when it makes you feel so spectacular, but the feelings aren't real when you realize the one you love doesn't truly feel the way you think. Sure they too may think they feel love, but because they think you are in love with them. (that doesn't really make sense, but it does in my head) By LOVE, I mean love-song, romantic movie, you are the only one, all out, cannot live without you LOVE.
Perhaps you will say that the only reason I have these beliefs is because I don't have love. I am not the owner of the imaginary drug. I don't think this is the case. This is only the reason why I am so willing to spread the word, to scream it from the rooftop, to uncover the conspiracy.
Maybe I'm wrong. I really don't see how I can be. How can a person find the one person they love. How is it so convenient? However, I will try to remain open-minded. I sometimes hope that I am wrong. I sometimes long to experience a love that's all engrossing. Then, sometimes, I think that it would make me sick, that I would never be able to pull it off. Especially when I have this sort of understanding about the whole concept now. I would feel like I was being dishonest to the one I choose, and to myself. It is all so deceitful. It is a recipe for hurt and pain when reality comes crashing down. Love. Mythical.

They're Magically Delicious

What's better than those magical little marshmallows found in Lucky Charms? I'll tell you what. NOTHING. They are friggin' delicious. You just cannot get enough of them. I suspect there is some sort of addictive ingredient added. It's the only explanation. I must get more of them. I think I will sell everything I own, find a dealer in some back alley, and buy a vat of them.
Mr. Lucky the leprechaun is quite delicious himself. Perhaps I can seduce him and convince him to let me in on the secret of his charms. I will follow him to the end of the rainbow, where we can lie amongst the clovers, getting to know each other to the magical melody of his colorful candies. "They're always after me Lucky Charms!" Listen to him tease me with his sexual games.

everything

Vertical Horizon
He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why
You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say

Could it be?
You wrote this song for me?
Although one line is wrong,
in the middle of this fitting song.
To me, you mean a lot.
You're one of the best I've got.
That's why it hurts me to say,
I don't think I can look at you that way.

WOW

A Rubik's cube has 43,252,003,274,489,856,000 possible combinations.

The height of the Eiffel Tower can vary as much as 6 inches depending on the temperature.

Farts have been clocked at a speed of 10 feet per second.

In Chicago it is forbidden to fish while sitting on a giraffe's neck!

Over 40% of the women in the U.S. have been a Girl Scout.

The human eye blinks an average of 4,200,000 times a year.

The "f" word is used 246 times in the movie Goodfellas.

The scientific term for nose-picking is rhinotillexonamia.

Pretzels without salt are called "baldies."

Eskimos use refrigerators to keep food from freezing.

Only 14 Percent of the homes in the US had a bathtub in 1902.

More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received a telephone call.

Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.

The dot over the letter "i" is called a Tittle.

111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

... That went on a bit longer than I had planned. I really just liked the rubik's cube thing, and the last one. I went a little over board. It is sad to think how much time I have just wasted. Believe me, these are only a slim few of all the useless facts I read. We're talking millions.

I want to ride my bicycle

After my alarm rang early this morning, I fell back asleep only to have one of the funniest, most vivid dreams I've ever had. (Maybe it's only funny to me.)

__A friend - we'll call him Steve - and I went to Burger King, where I work at home.
__After a bit I went back up to the counter to order some french fries. On the way I witness an old couple meeting at a table. The man already had a sandwich in his hand. The woman had been in the bathroom. They sit in silence for a moment, the man nibbling on his sandwich, the woman staring at the man. Finally she says, "Well... are you going to take care of this?" in an exasperated voice. He reluctantly gets up to order a sandwich for his wife.
__I then attempt to order my fries. However, I find it a bit odd when the person taking my order asks if I "want cheese or bacon on that". The strangeness continues until I realize that they are taking a drive-thru order and weren't talking to me.
__I finally get my fries. However, for some odd reason, I am no longer sitting by Steve. I look across the restaurant at him, unsure of why he doesn't want to sit by me. (even though I'm the one that left) I sit there for a long time thinking that Steve must hate me. I finally gain the courage, gather up the remainder of my fries, and head toward his table. I get there to find a strange old man sitting by him. I use the excuse that I only came over because I had realized that Steve had my ranch sauce. The man then starts up an in depth conversation with me about ranch sauce.
__Steve had ordered some new chicken thingies. He had saved one of them for me, and it was sitting in front of me. As I'm about to taste it, my manager comes over. She then reaches for the piece of chicken and samples it herself! She is oblivious to the fact that this is odd and unacceptable behavior. She then asks Steve whether or not he liked the new chicken. When he says that he didn't particularly enjoy it, she asks what he prefers.
__Steve: "the bicycle"
__Me: "what?!" (I was unsure if this was some sort of new fangled sandwich that I was not aware of)
__Steve: "you know... (singing) I want to ride my bicycle. I want to ride my bike."

At this point I re-awoke, hoping that my laughter would not bother my roommate.

lingering thought #2

unbearable people are much more bearable after periods of seperation

lingering thought

compliments of saturday night's sermon:

A candle gives itself up to give light. It sacrifices its own being.
Give of yourself. Be the light of the world.

home

Ho-Ho-Home for the holidays. Winter break is flying by. It has had its ups and downs, too much to name. I've been working, sleeping, and have had plenty of time to think. A dangerous game I know. I won't bore with details of my mind tinkering, just the highlights.
I've only seen my good friend once over break...
I spent New Years wondering about who my friends are...

It is rumored that a friend of mine will not be returning to school next semester...

A friend of mine moved. I don't know when I'll see him again...
I've become frustrated with my attracting habits...
Am I cynical? or just cautious?...

Lame post, I know. However, I'm bored with it at the moment and don't even want to get into things. It's been so long that there is just too much. It's not like anybody cares anyway.