(Today I am feeling very. . . arrogant, so forgive my fancy language :D) In light of recent events, I have decided to post a new entry into my so called "blog." Being the hopeless romantic, built up from many a "chick flick" or romance movie, I slightly enjoy the drama that teenagers are able to concoct for their daily agendas. Of course when listening in on a complete stranger's predicament, I find it quite odd and silly that they would even care about whatever it is they happen to be bitching about. This is because most of what I hear when going to that institution of public education is very trivial and I do not care much for it. It is a disgrace to romance and drama alltogether. This overexaggerated riff-raff is completely idiotic and has in a sense dumbfounded me. The problems associated with romance and drama that I face with myself and my close friends seem to be much more . . . real in a sense than the "overexaggerated riff-raff." Most of what I face myself, however, is made up of the problems of my friends. I am essentially the person that they come to talk to about problems. I generally help them with whatever it is that they need helping with. However, I cannot remember when I started liking her, but this one person that I tend to help as often as it is needed has been providing some drama for myself as well. It pains me to help her, but for the sake of keeping romance alive, I help her. It is like having her at the end of a rope and the end that I must pull on is connected to a blade, and with each and every tug that sharpened steel digs deeper into my chest. However, I have found that I would hate to risk this friendship as well, so I plunge that blade deeper into my chest. With every moment helping, it inches closer to my heart. That ever-beating thing that keeps myself alive. That thing that swells within my chest whenever speaking or associating with her. However, I do not mind as much anymore. It seems keeping this friendship has somehow stopped the blade and such temporarily and for this I am glad. Perhaps one day it will be my turn and that pain will no longer matter. Because she will get rid of it and make me happy. I cannot tell, I am not a seer who can peer into the future. If I had this abiltiy, I would not use it, I like seeing how fate handles the happenings of life. I like to refer to time as it is in Robert Jordan's superb series. The Wheel of Time spinning a tapestry. We are all threads weaving in and out with each event and happening, creating this tapestry. Nothing happens by chance or coincidence. There is a reason for everything. Perhaps this is why I enjoy a certain movie starring John Cusack. I do not know at the moment. But I will depart for now and return when I am feeling obligated to do so. -Spenser