“You’re the Northern Wind Sending shivers down my spine You’re like fallen leaves In an autumn night You’re the lullaby That’s singing me to sleep You are the other half You’re like a missing piece Oh my love Oh my love Oh my love You don’t know What you do to me” SONG NORTHERN WIND – CITY & COLOUR: LITTLE HELL I wrote post called Waves a little while ago about a trip to San Jose I took with Whitney to see Beyoncé and I said in that post “This is part 1 of 2 posts having to do
My posts lately are short and not as thought out as most, because I don’t really have time write out some long old thing about my deepest of thoughts, but don’t worry, I will have more deep and meaningful posts to come. I promise (for those of you that like the inspirational one, I apologize). If you read my last post you’d now know that I’m a busy individual these days. Which, I’ve gotten accustomed to, however all my favorite traditions are being swallowed up by my schedule. I love tubing the river, swimming, the drive in, Zeppes (which for those
I think a lot about how I seem to live my life somewhat backwards. I also think a lot about the direction of my life. Usually these two thoughts pop into my head at the exact same moment. But I can’t really think about one without that other. And it really is so true. I often spend money I don’t really have, and pay it off later. I never listen to a thing anyone every tells me. I waited to go to school instead of just buckling down to get it over with. (Had I started and kept going right after
We all needed a small break from real life and just a few days of good old fashioned fun. So we hopped in our rental van “Fat Joe” or “Fat Louie” (depending on who you talk to) and hit the road. With California as our destination we chatted, laughed, slept (sort of), ate (way too much), and just enjoyed the company of everyone and the idea of not having to work for the next few days. It’s so hard as we all get older to get together and go on a vacation. Between everyone’s work, school, family, and life schedules
They say that trust is like paper, once it’s wrinkled, it will never be perfect again, forever revealing all the flaws, mistakes, and broken promises, eternally scarred and imprinted there as a reminder of the betrayal. Trust is also one of those things that goes a lot farther than those pathetic ‘trust fall’ exercises they make you do at camp, it sinks much deeper. It’s silent, invisible and can’t be touched but it’s there — or is it? Trust is one of things that takes years and years to build, mere seconds to break, and forever to repair. So why risk it?
“Hello everyone, I’m Lance… And I have a patience problem.” (Gentle mumble from the audience) “Hi Lance”… I think it would be safe to say that if there were some sort of AA meeting for us shopaholics that my introductory speech would start out somewhat similar to that ^^. I am often frequented with the question “How often do you go shopping”, which I answer somewhat deceptively. I’m quit the little sneak when I respond because I truly don’t go as often as some would jump to assume. However, I forgot that I don’t actually have to go anywhere, I have a virtual
The song below is a serious power player in the relationship that I have with my best friend Kylie. We have been friends for so long and we have had so many wonderful memories together, but it wasn’t always so sweet and smooth. She and I have had our ups and downs just like everyone else. While most of them took place when we were younger I think that after a while both of us just realized that the fighting wasn’t worth it and sweating the small stuff was just nonsense. We grew apart for about a year or so in high school and
I was going through some files on my computer the other day and I came across something that really caught my attention. I used to write all of my thoughts down into the computer, a sort of electronic journal. As I was reading it, I came across something that really made my stomach flip. I remember writing this and I remember exactly where I was and exactly how I felt. It all came flooding back to me the more I read. I was in California on a vacation with friends and I shared a room with one of my very