I can’t promise you that I won’t let you down And I, I can’t promise you that I will be the only one around When your hope falls down But we’re young Open flowers in the windy fields of this war-torn world And love This city breathes the plague of loving things more than their creators
I ran away I could not take the burden of both me and you It was too fast Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break When it was a promise I could not make
But what if I was wrong But hold on to what you believe in the light When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight
And now this land Means less and less to me without you breathing through its trees At every turn The water runs away from me and the halo disappears And the hole when you’re not near
So what if I was wrong But hold on to what you believe in the light When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight So hold on to what you believed in the light
My lack of sleep during the school week reached a new low this week. On average, I’ve been getting around five hours per night and maybe even less if it’s the night before an exam. Oddly enough, I usually manage fine until Thursday or so when I start feel the lack of sleep kicking in. You all know the symptoms, your eyelids get incredibly heavy and you struggle to keep them open during lectures and other boring activities. You find yourself able to fall asleep just about anywhere.
This week however, it was pretty bad. I had a midterm on Wednesday and Friday, so obviously right from the start of the week I was already lacking more sleep than usual. By Wednesday I was already feeling drowsy most of the time and by Friday, things just got weird.
I would fall asleep without even knowing it. One second I was writing down notes, and the next second I was opening my eyes, realizing that I dozed off. So ridiculous. The best one would probably be when I was on the bus commuting home, and I was scrolling through the artists on my iPod. The next thing I know, I was opening my eyes, holding my iPod in my hand and discovering that I had fallen asleep while scrolling through the music library.What the hell, right?
I’m sure it’s totally unhealthy the amount of sleep I get during the school week but I can’t do much about it. I can’t help but scoff at my friends who complain that eight hours of sleep aren’t enough for them. But that’s one of the reasons why I love weekends. You get two days to sleep in. So good.
My friend pointed out today that our technical writing professors looks like the Joker because she always has this smile on her face (to the point where it gets kind of scary). Now I see the Joker every time I look at her.
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
It’s funny how the words we never say Turn into the only thoughts we know Boston’s just so very far away I cannot believe I let you go
Oh my imagination running wild Guess I missed you from the day that we first met Crazy this fascination Makes the sound like a twister in my mind The restless dream we’ve left behind I never will forget
“The happiest people are those who think the most interesting thoughts. Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development, who love good music, good books, good pictures, good company, good conversation, are the happiest people in the world. And they are not only happy in themselves, they are the cause of happiness in others.”—William Lyon Phelps
i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows pull this stunt i asked him because it is the conventional thing for moths or why if that had been an uncovered candle instead of an electric light bulb you would now be a small unsightly cinder have you no sense
plenty of it he answered but at times we get tired of using it we get bored with the routine and crave beauty and excitement fire is beautiful and we know that if we get too close it will kill us but what does that matter it is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while so we wad all our life up into one little roll and then we shoot the roll that is what life is for it is better to be a part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist than to exist forever and never be a part of beauty our attitude toward life is come easy go easy we are like human beings used to be before they became too civilized to enjoy themselves
and before i could argue him out of his philosophy he went and immolated himself on a patent cigar lighter i do not agree with him myself i would rather have half the happiness and twice the longevity
but at the same time i wish there was something i wanted as badly as he wanted to fry himself
It Came Out of Nowhere: The Woody Chronicles by Sherry Hiriart
Plot: At twelve, Noah finds he can’t control what his woody does. It pops up at the most embarrassing moments! His friends, Josh and Kevin, don’t seem to struggle with these problems nearly as much as Noah. If it wasn’t for gym class, the shower, or when a girl walks by, Noah could pretty much hangle things. But since there are girls in almost all his classes and a really sexy teacher too, he isn’t managing as well as he’d like. Noah is determined to learn how to get his erections under control without asking his mom!
Oh my God I can’t believe this is actually a real book. Who writes this stuff. This is hilarious yet so disturbingly wrong at the same time.