Pin me down, and take away this heart of stone, wind and sound, awake my old dry bones.
Help my heart perceive the light of day.
So far today I: got out of bed, showered, got half dressed, laid in bed listening to dustin kensrues album 8 or 9 times through until my ipod died. Now i’m tumbling about it, not really wanting to move.
I am just a man with a heart and sinful hands.
I am a fallen victim.
Lord, show me the way. I ask of you Father, let my words be your words.
Let my thoughts be your thoughts.
To you, I give my praise.
Show me the way. Take me in your arms. Never let me go.
Lord, show me the way, as I give myself to you.
Never let me go.
Hold me with your everlasting love.
This Maroon 5 lyric has been my mantra for the past 2 years. It has always helped me feel hopeful, for some weird reason. I just like how confidently it’s sung.
Watching Inception and taking my Sims to a whole new level.
I spend so much time listening to albums in my car. I swear if I’m more than halfway through the second song, I have to finish the album before I head inside. Although currently this means freezing to death. (Still worth it.)
God please dont let this consume me.
As I desperately tried to sleep in, my mom kept coming in my room to have the same conversation with me. I tried to be patient but after about the 4th time waking up and assuring her I’m going to clean my room and that I don’t need help finding my missing credit card, she started picking stuff up off the floor anyway.
Then she picked up my recently aquired scandalous panties, and saw that yes. I am a woman. And although I am minimally experienced (good joke. I am not at all experienced.), I am a sexual being! (Edit: or at least I plan to be some day, when the time comes!)
She exploded. Apparently I am “So worldly.” And a terrible person. Because it cancels out everything she knows about my character and overall aversion to doing stupid shit. Anyone want a workaholic roomate with pretty good music taste? I’ll make you waffles all the time!
That moment when you print your 10 page paper, hold it gently to your face to feel the warm paper, and carefully take it upstairs to staple, holding it delicately as if it was your newborn child.
I just got in the mood to watch Twilight. TWILIGHT GUYS. Obviously finals week and parent drama has finally made me crack. Finally the delicate wiring in my mind has frayed, and there is nothing left.
In all honesty though, it’s fun to watch because the actors are so obviously and unbearably uncomfortable with each other. None of the relationships appear real because the actors themselves are so…. stiff. We won’t even go into how they continue to plaster Carlyle’s makeup on with a spatula, but only on his face, or how the Volturi remind me a little too closely of the Mel Brooks adaptation of Dracula.
I saw Breaking Dawn and literally laughed for the first 5 minutes or so. Well actually the first hour. Because the music felt really dated and corny. I think that Carter Burwell’s translation of “Bella’s song” was well done, gotta admit, but as for everything else going on… what the heck. Oh my goodness though I had tears streaming from my face during the big wolf face off/voice over thing.