It has always amazed me how the events going on in my life dictate the music I listen to. I constantly catch myself searching laboriously for songs that fit into my situation. I'm pretty sure I do this because sometimes I can't even find the words to say how I feel. There are so many beautiful lyricists out there, and it's sometimes the easiest way to relive things and move on (some things relived multiple times before I can let them go). I don't really have a point to make about any of this, but I do know one thing: I want my own words to come out. I'm tired of living off of other people's words and music. I want to make my own..and I think that will be something I work on in the near future. There are vast amounts of inspiration all around. It just needs to be sought out. All inspiration. Love, Heartbreak, Soft Kisses, Warm Days, Morning Dew. It must be found.

So...

I'm stuck here at work until midnight, but the good news is that this computer has the internet, so score!

The only thing is I don't have anything to say, at least not on here...So whale hunting has become a big hobby of mine, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I have learned a great deal from it, and there's always some kind of surprise around the corner. Good times!

So. I'm going to tell you my zombie-attack emergency plan:

First, let me state who would be in my group (Rules state there can be no more than 5 people, and that's how it usually is in the movies):
1. Me (Of Course, haha)
2. Dannika
3. Gabe
4. Kalli
5. Neesha

Now the initial part of my escape plan would depend on where I was when it happened and what kind of zombies they are (Dawn of the Dead or 28 Days Later). Dawn of the Dead zombies are too easy, so let's make it a challenge... After I barely escape from the surprise attack using a 4 gallon pickle bucket opener, I would inform the group of the sitauation and tell everyone to meet at the nearest Super Wal-Mart. This monopoly would become our primary fortress, full of devastating weapons and food to last us for a long time. Gabe and I would barricade the doors with buggies and duct tape..a deadly combination. After the doors had been handled, I would tell the women to hide, and Gabe and I would search the entire store for zombies and "clean house" if we found any. But, if the girls wanted to help..I guess we could let them join the hunt, haha. Besides the pickle bucket opener, my weapon of choice would be sephiroth's sword.. After we killed them all inside, we would go to the toy department and play Apples to Apples or some other fun game.

Now, let me know what your plan would be!

So I'm sitting here in the library after my semi-productive workout, and figured I might update since I have a little time.

I'm at a point in my life, where I actually feel somewhat satisfied with myself. Suprising, I know, right? I owe part of this satisfaction to Philip Zimbardo's "The Lucifer Effect". It's such an inspiring book to read. I have always had my opinions on things, but I have never really stood for them much. Sure, I might abstain from shopping somewhere because I didn't support their way of advertising, but I never fought for what I believed in. I never told many of my friends my opinion and attempted to enlighten them on their idleness. Zimbardo has taught me the "evil of inaction" and its consequences. Let's start questioning things for once.

The other half of my satisfaction comes from those people that have always been there for me. Family and friends alike. I especially want to thank the friends, because there are so few out there who would stick by someone's side through anything and be honest about things (while using tact of course). Most people are so afraid of opening up to others and being truthful, and it's very disappointing.

I wish I had more time to blog, but it's about time for class.

I feel more complete than I have ever been. Enough said.

I'm sleepy. Probably about to go eat breakfast because a class got cancelled, yay! So how's everyone doing? If anybody has read my blogs from a couple of nights ago, then you probably think I'm wanting to commit suicide or something...wrong answer. Haha. I'm just working through an issue right now, and I should probably rely on God a little more. That's all. I'm not depressed. I am happy. Very happy. I will be even more happy in the near future probably, so be prepared people. JK.

Will somebody please finish the job and push this knife all the way through my heart? It's halfway in there, and the pain is too much for me to handle.

My heart goes out to you,

Comforting and calming however I may,

Speaking soft and reassuring words,

Letting your silky hair run through my fingers,

Holding you tight and fending off the incoming struggles.



My heart bleeds for you,

Taking painful blows for love's sake,

Shedding the tears you fight to withhold,

Hurting so that you may not hurt as much,

Limping with you through the confusion.



My heart belongs to you,

To keep or to let go,

Take care of or neglect,

Love or hate,

It is yours.

Wow. That's all I can say. Holy Moly. Today has to be by far the most extraordinary day of my life. No lie. Well, to start things off, I met up with Mallory and Gabe after church, and then Mallory decided she wanted to ride 4-wheelers at Gabe's for her B-Day present. Fun Idea, except for the fact that one of the two 4-wheelers that Gabe has is broken. So.... Gabe and Mal decided that they would ride on the 4-wheeler, all while I'm dragged behind it....in a small 3ft x 4ft cart....much like this, but metal:







But anyways, they rode down extremely rough trails, while I was dragged behind in my cart with NO shocks whatsoever....ouchies. They hit a couple of ramps, which I promise I went airborne on. Then we were riding, and my cart decides it wants to detach from the 4-wheeler..while we're still going. Needless to say, I screamed as the cart tumbled to a stop. It didn't end there though....no...we hooked it back up, and after a few minutes of recuperating, I got back in. We rode about 4 miles out into the woods, and then BOTH the tires on the cart blew. We were left in a predicament. We decided to let Mallory slowly drive the 4-wheeler back to the house, while Gabe and I jogged behind....4 miles back. Anybody that knows me knows that I don't run.....nada. I made it about 2 or so miles, and then I hopped on the 4-wheeler with Mal. I was miserable. So, we eventually made it back to his house, changed clothes and went to Starbucks. Anybody that knows me, ALSO knows that I hate coffee! I didn't drink anything. On our way to take Gabe home, it starts to rain, and Mal doesn't have windshield wipers that work. We get about 10 minutes from Gabe's and have to pull over because Mal can't see from the rain. We sit and sit, and nobody knows what to do, so I get out of the car, put on my aviators, and get in the driver's seat and drive the rest of the way with my head out of the window in the pouring rain. I was soaked by the time I got to Gabe's. We hung out there, and Mal went to take me to my car at the church. It gets better....we're almost to the church when it starts to rain again, then a cop turns on his lights behind us. We pull over, and he comes over and says, "So I'm guessing your windshield wipers don't work?" Blah, Blah, Blah. then he takes both of our licenses, and goes back to his car and takes FOREVER. He comes back and says that he can't let Mallory drive her car in the rain, so he's gonna take me to the church, and let me come back and pick her up. I get out of the car and walk to his. Then he says, "Lift your hands in the air, and let me check you." I was about to burst into laughter at this point. He was like, "So, are you carrying anything?" and I was like, "Ummmm...yea....chapstick.", all while he's touching me more inappropriately than any man ever has. Good thing I don't get embarrassed easily, cause plenty of cars passing by prolly thought I was getting arrested. So then, I thought I was gonna get to ride passenger side with the cop. No. I have to get in the back, haha. Let me say this. VERY uncomfortable back there. NO knee space at all. It was awkward because I didn't know whether to talk to him on the way there or not, so I just hummed to the music that was on the radio. Yes, cop cars have FM radio, awesome, right? So he drops me off, and I get Mallory, and I drop her off when it stops raining, and here I am now. Today hasn't necessarily been bad at all. I think it's hilarious. I've done many things I've never done before. Hope y'all got a kick outta this, g'nighty all! Love Everybody!