No, not zombies. Raptors.

Ok. I'm in the library waiting for raptors to attack. Man, that would sure improve today. I mean, as of right now, it is the ONLY thing that could redeem this day. So. Patiently, I am waiting.

Zombies?

Is it wrong that I secretly wish the apocalypse would come and zombies would wreak havoc....just so I wouldn't have to go to class anymore?

Maybe.

I haven't decided yet.

This Comic's Truthfulness is Blowing My Mind

My life? Perhaps.

Running Is Blowing My Mind

I just ran for 50 minutes with my roommate. I haven't placed my pretty little feet on concrete since August to do anything other than briskly walk. I might be having a mild heart attack. My fingers are all tingly. Say prayers I don't just die.

No Surprises

I'm not depressed. This is just how I feel.

No Surprises

A heart thats full up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
Bruises that wont heal
You were so tired, happy,
Bring down the government,
They dont, they dont speak for her
Ill take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please



Oh Radiohead. You speak to my soul. I just want no surprises. I want to be happy and know that I'll continue to be happy. Is that too much to ask for? I think not. And you know what, I think I am going to get it :)


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Back to Blogging? Maybe?

So. It is the misery of the class that is Charles Dickens which has driven me to blog again. Right now, someone is droning on and on about the early life of the Pickwick Papers. It's awful. Beyond awful. I need to learn not to be so judgmental or angry when I feel frustrated with my fellow classmates. Instead, I am going to be positive, and blog. Good idea? Yes. I think so. Becca would be so proud.

Hmmph

So, I have decided to try blogging again. I know, I know. You are thrilled beyond belief. You're welcome.

In all seriousness, though, I guess I underestimated the power of the blogging community. Recently, I talked with a gentleman regarding a magazine he writes for. I told him I was an English major who enjoyed writing when he asked if I would ever be interested in contributing articles and such. Then, he asked the question of all questions: "Do you blog?"

Confused and slightly bewildered at the relevancy of this question, I said, "Uhh..no." As you can tell from my really lame blogging abilities, that was a true statement. His response to that was "oh," and I was suddenly labeled as the girl who hates blogs. So, I am just here to set the record straight. I don't hate blogs; really, I don't. Well, I guess THAT isn't completely true. I DO hate some blogs, but only a select few. For the most part, I think I am just secretly jealous of the hilariously entertaining blogs with cool themes and designs. Now you know everything about me.