Strangers, Midgets, and Shooting Stars

Listening to: Journey -
Feeling: insatiable
I'll be the one to tell you careful or you'll hurt yourself gonna try, try, try till the mornin comes. Howdy. So, I still have a few problems from the prior entries. But not so much anymore. Not that they have been solved or anything, but as they say "time heals all wounds". These wounds seemed more self afflicted than anything. As if I thought I had something to prove, that there was something I needed to make myself feel better about things. Quite frankly, it appears I dont. I mean, shit yeah I still want a girlfriend (dont we all?) but quite frankly I have gone mighty fine without it for a while. I think I should take back up my Sins of an Immortal story. I havent had any real passion for it lately, which is sad because I only have like 3 little chapter-like dealie's. Some of us just cant write as much as others. So, 18 days left of reports, projects, final tests and final days to prove your name. Then summer rolls in, its rusted wheels singing a tune to which boys and girls dance and sweat, losing cares like calories in a heat that rivals only that of the passion it spawns in our hearts. -Steve
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"...18 days left of reports, projects, final tests and final days to prove your name. Then summer rolls in, its rusted wheels singing a tune to which boys and girls dance and sweat, losing cares like calories in a heat that rivals only that of the passion it spawns in our hearts."

See? You definitely have Something in you. You know, that spark, that bit of...of Moulin Rougue. (Saw it at the store yesterday and thought of you ~.^)

-Jillie