Well, as of tomorrow--I'm gone!

At approximately 12:52PM, central standard time, Sunday, June 5th--I will be flying via British Airways to London, England.

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.

Also, as of this entry--I will be leaving http://cynicalcritical.bravejournal.com...

Here ya go (be nice, there's still a little left to do): http://wafflehousegirl13.bravejournal.com

=)

So, I decided I would try the webjournal thing again.

I am going to change the name--I know I know.. I amaze even myself with my inconstance.

But I found a... thing that I will always love and be able to identify with.

Don't laugh.

It's Waffle House.

=D

Stay tuned.

'Somewhere In Between'

 can't be losing sleep over this
no, i can't
and now i cannot stop pacing
give me a few hours
i'll have this all sorted out
if my mind would just stop racing

i cannot stand still
i can't be this unsturdy
this cannot be happening

this is over my head
but underneath my feet
because by tomorrow morning i'll have this thing beat
and everything will be back to the way that it was
i wish that it was just that easy

i'm waiting for tonight
then waiting for tomorrow
and i'm sowehere in between
what is real and just a dream

would you catch me if i fall
out of what i fell in
don't be surprised if i collapse down at your feet again
i don't want to run away from this
i know that i just don't need this

cause i cannot stand still
i can't be this unsturdy
this cannot be happening

cause i'm waiting for tonight
then waiting for tomorrow
and i'm somewhere in between
what is real and just a dream

what is real and just a dream
what is real and just a dream
what is real and just a dream

--Life house

I do not like this webpage anymore.

I got to thinking about it, and decided that since I don't post often enough for it to serve as a way for my friends to keep up with me, it is pretty egocentrific.

Sometimes, it is fun, and I like telling people my thoughts in this all-in-one-shot kinda way.

But most of the time, I'm just complaining.  Why bother?

On a similar note, there is this blog that I've had a link to on this site since I learned she existed.

She.

Her name is Christian, and she is a 'pallid drone' 22-year-old, from Texas.  She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met.  But I haven't met her.

Lithe.  Quirky.  And real.  I try and imitate her, inadvertantly (But only kind of, I adore her writing) but fail dismally.

She is the new eecummings.

She really hits the nail on the head with her writing--especially some of her quotes.

I am going to change this website.  I'm going to try and post more--8.5 days away from being a senior, I will have more and more time on my hands--that I am unsure of what to do with.  But until then, I will leave you with a Christian-ism, and a wafting air of sorrow:

"...no room in the world." --Christian Lane Alexander

So I got the crap kicked out of me yesterday in sparring-more precisely with Andy smacking my hand as if it were a god-damned fly..

I'm totally sore from that.

Prom is in, like..10 or maybe 11 days so I've been *cringe* tanning.  Now, do NOT strike up the "Hahaha you big hyopcrite" schpeal.. I just want some skin tone so I won't reflect light for pictures.  In my defense, I don't look pretty or dress up very often, and I kinda want to.. and I have every right to.. so.. nyah.

But I got crispified.  Maybe I've over-exaggerating, but I've never had to deal with BUTT BURNAGE before either.

Dear God, it's PINK.

Go about your daily lives..

In an awkward mood.

Thought this was cute, very Lacey-esque (Something that reminds me of myself), and worth showing to you guys.

This chick is very good with watercolor.

I figured this out, and it sounds rather big of me to say out loud, but..:

I'm not passionate (with people), because I am so careful with people.

I don't ever want to hurt anyone ever--reguardless of how it may seem.

I know it hardly ever seems that way.  And maybe I'm wrong.

But I don't think so.

I never know if you call me baby because you like to..

Or if you call me baby because you know it makes me feel good.

Sometimes I can't stand it when you're nice to me because it feels so god damn fake.

April By Sara Teasdale

The roofs are shining from the rain

The Sparrows tritter as they fly

And with a windy April grace

The Little clouds go by

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown

With only one unchanging tree--

I could not be so sure of Spring

Save that it sings in me.

SPRING HAS SPRUNG EVERYONE! =)

HAPPY ZOMBIE DAY!--http://www.ninjapirate.com/returnofjesus.html

I need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

I'm still not a sheep.