This makes me happy

Leona Lewis: Happy



Someone once told me that you have to choose

What you win or loose, you cant have everything

Dont you take chances, you might feel the pain

Dont you love in vain 'cause love wont set you free

I could stand by the side and watch this life pass me by

So unhappy, but safe as could be



So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge,

My feet run out of ground?



I gotta find my place, I wanna hear my sound

Dont care about all the pain in front of me

"Cause i'm just trying to be happy.



So any turns that I cant see

Like I'm a stranger on this road

But dont say victim, dont say anything.



So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge,

My feet run out of ground?



I gotta find my place, I wanna hear my sound

Dont care about all the pain in front of me

"Cause i'm just trying to be happy.

New answer to the same question.

-"So, is it a little boy or little girl?"

-"Grown man"

Dear Roommate, I hate your cat.

If you saw what I saw you'd want to kill it too.

Does this count as a blog?

When I speed through a yellow light and notice a cop car waiting near by my heart usually skips a beat and I very obviously slam on my breaks thinking maybe it wont notice. So far this tactic as seemed to work but I also wonder if they just see that its a tourus I'm driving and assume I'm just an eighty year old women they don't want to bother with. But anyway, This morning after sleeping in I was in a hurry to get to work and didn't mind speed limits. Speeding down 3300 I spot a sheriff coming my way...not even a jerk of my foot toward the break. It was a sheriff van.

Because I over think everything I had to think about why it was I didn't slow down. So I asked myself.

Well when I see one of those new charger cops I'm scared to even look the driver in the face in case he doesn't like my look and decided to to start slaming into my car doing 80 until a bloody end.  So hey, I'll slow down.

But whats the sheriff doing in a domestic van? Isn't the sheriff the guy you call when you single handedly captured a notorious murderer or when your car breaks down in texas chain saw territory? I just dont believe he'd pull me over. He's prpbably busy taking some inmates to a play date and has to drive carefully because hes got freshly frosted pink cupcakes for the little tykes in the back.

I just hope they're handing those out to the big headed ones. Nothing says masculine like a minivan.

Mostly I just feel like me and my powerless exsisters score a point on this one.

Also I feel bad for you police bike riders, your butts must be really sore.

Ouch

I imagine self bikini waxing is a lot like Russian Rulet...A game you play once.

L-O-V-E

Define Love.
Can you?
Google tries with, Love: "a strong positive emotion of regard and affection." But do you not regard and feel affection because you feel love? Can you not regard and feel affection with a lack of feeling love?
You can say its acting toward another in a way that expresses your deepest respect, Its acting toward another unselfishly. But is that a definition? That's what you do with it, but what is it?
In the past few weeks I've been thinking about this I've been incapable of discovering a direct definition of the word. 
My thoughts,
To rephrase the batman begins quote,
It's not what Love is, it's what love does that defines it.
We all know that love can inspire people to do great things and I could go off on those for hours. So, love inspires people to be great and selfless. But just look at the effects of loosing love. That coming from a lover, a family member, or even a pet. These people will stop eating, talking, and some even stop living. They'll spend all day locked in their rooms, they'll even go as far as to threaten or act upon suicide. Those who think love such a small thing and don't respect power of it are ignoring something that has the power to give and take away a will to live. So is fear the reason for needing a definition?
In my extensive scientific research on the topic found me this quote from my new favorite dead guy C.S. Lewis,
 "To love is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
Its sad the way the word has lost its significance. In high school I remember that most girls I couldn't stand would say I love you to anyone who made a joke or anyone of their friends they saw just for hugging them in the hallway. I read a quote that said something along the lines of, be careful the significantly meaningful words you use because once you find yourself in a position were you really need the word, you wont have it.
So really I dont think I can come to a conclusion on this. Love to me is the greatest thing there is. What more can I say?

Its those little things.

Dear Co-Cubilcle residers of the fourth floor,

You have just as much a right to wonder around the many corners of this square building as I do. So, when we both happen to round the same corner you really dont need to wisper in a barely audible voice, "Oh no", "Oh! Sorry." or "Ooops!" I'm pretty sure you meant to turn the corner, just like me and I'm the human here to say that I'm not sorry about it. If its really that nessessary to apologize lets all just hug every time.
Thanks
Steffany

Shameless

Wisdom teeth removed or smack down?


Sometimes I'm to tough for my own good is alls I'm saying.

 



That or I am high.

And human again, In a car.









 Every day at work I use the same bathroom stall. Every time I see this and  wonder if I'm the only one who thinks It looks like a large nosed cartoon version of  Mr T. Just forget I said it was in the bathroom while you decide for yourself.





Visual aids...

                              I don't really think black people are purple.

Just something.

Sometimes I like to pretend like I'm a good reader. Lately people at work have been bringing in books on CD. Boredom will naturally bring me to use these books as time fillers. Because of this I can feel like I'm not pretending.
I thought these books were a good thing. I thought of how good for my brain they must be. But all good things must come to an end. I've found a side effect they don't warn you about on the CD case.
These books have made my life the most dramatic, long and confusing novel ever written.
Examples.
At work I grap my pen I hear myself think, "As she reached for the pen to mark the last credit card on the list she found herself thinking back to her not so distant childhood. A look comes across her face, a longing in her heart. She missed Ol'Bessy."
I'm suddenly the narrator of everything.
And when I get home and its a little dark,
"The creaking of the old house sent a chill down my spine. I flip on the light, but even the bright yellow couldn't eliminate the feeling of looming dread."
Eventually it becomes just a little too much. I start to have that same feeling of pissed that I get when I have a Christmas or an old twangy country song stuck in my head.
I blame my imagination for my lack of literary genius.

To speak ill of others is a dishonest way of praising ourselves. ~Will Durant

Good Bye size 4-6 jeans

"I wont miss you, I'll miss what I thought you were."

We knew all each others secrets. Dark wash to hide slight over weight, straight leg to make me look taller, and stretch jeans a never. We were a match made in china.

Then came the agruements that I was putting on a little weight. You acusing me of not being able to breathe when I sit down, unbuttoning for relief. Me acusing you of not being flexable enough.

I've denyed it too long, and it seems everyone knows. I've worn my heart on my pant leg and exposed myself for the world to see my rejection from you. The way you push me from your waist band. You'll never change, but I must.

Its not like I didn't see it coming. The last few weeks I've wondered every morning what happened last night and will you still hold on. If my junk can still fit in your trunk.

I will have fries with my shake and my butt will frown in DI mom jeans, tappered and faded.

I promise myself to stop the longing looks as I walk past the girls jeans to the dark, humid and large section. Were the lights flicker, the salesmen are scarce and the price tags give me papercutts.

Sometimes the fabric you really need is the one you didn’t think you wanted.

Hello sweat pants.