I'm Miss[ed] Opportunity.

There once was a boy who made his way into my heart. He treated me so kind; more kind than any boy has ever done. When I was upset, I could go to him no matter what and he did anything for me. And it was always so fun to just hang out with him. I appreciate him more than I know.

One night, he came all the way to my house to visit me. He brought me flowers! A girl likes her flowers. Then he took the leap I never could; he asked me to be his. I was unsure and scared, therefore I nicely declined.

After that, we went our separate ways. Both of us had relationships and different activities that lead us further apart.

Last night came with many rarities. A shooting star, glowing red and yellow shot through the sky. I had the opportunity to see him last night and it was just like before. Not much had changed, except my answer to his question. Does he even carry around that question anymore, though? We were the only ones the see the shooting star.

I blew it, didn't I? The boy who is genuinely thoughtful slipped away. And it's funny that when I look into a boy for qualities I love, I look for his. Still.

I wonder what he wished when he saw the fiery shooting star.

Meaningless Extravagance; A Dedication to a Real Friend.

The Lumberjacks on Ball Road are wise. Their newest philosophy is: Aspire to inspire before you expire.

Without inspiration, we would have nothing at all. People who feel inspired are the ones that will make a difference somehow in some one's life. Those who inspire open the eyes of the world and lead positive revolutions.

I want to live my life as a beginner. I never want to grow numb of this life around me. With this attitude, I hope to be the inspired or the one who inspires. This way, I can hope to maybe save those who are drowning in a meaningless world (which is different from meaningless extravagance). When I leave this world behind, the greatest compliment I could ever receive is a very simple, "she inspired me."

And it is with gratitude that I remember the people and stories that have inspired me.

Like the movie Penelope. The story revolves around a girl cursed with a pig nose. As stories like this would have it, the only way to break the curse is by finding a husband, or so they all thought. Then there's this handsome man, but he thinks he can't break it because he's not "money" like her husband ought to be. He declines to marry her. Penelope is heartbroken and runs away, gaining her independence. In doing this, she inspires the world around her, even said handsome man.

I won't give away the ending, but I will say that anyone has the power to inspire. Don't be afraid to be different. You have to be different to make a difference.

"Leap and a net will appear." -Jason Mraz. One of the many who has inspired me.

Unexpected.

It's clear that you'll look at me like I'm stupid, everyone else has. But when loneliness and sadness is abounding me, there is one who picked up the pieces. The most unexpected one. I thought it a great escape from the mundane few days I've been having, and I was right. For five hours, there was never a dull moment, although the heat was bearing down on us.

On a side note, I now know that the Animal Park closes at six (and it's not open on Wednesdays). However, it is still peaceful there. And I did see three peacocks (which we decided is a rather unfortunate name for such a beautiful and colorful creature.

On a completely irrelevant note, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was fantastic and wonderfully made.

After those five eventful hours, it didn't end. Another one came around to put me back together.

Who knows what will happen next? I just know that it's good to have a life with friends again. :]

It's not all it's cracked up to be.

The moment I realized that I won.

The moment that I was free.

Why don't I feel that great? Why do I still care, even if I pretend not to?

And did I ever mean anything to you?

A-HA Moments.

I figured out how to follow blogs...finally!

I'm making a rough class schedule. Want to see?
Psych 110
Hist 170A
Poli Sci 100
Bio 101L
Theatre 160

Now it's time for me to write about what I've been meaning to write about, since I can't verbalize it. I suck!

You're mean and your humor is becoming so too. You're way too apathetic; therefore we don't have anything in common. You don't seek, you don't even try; therefore, you can't keep me accountable. You want more than I can offer. You don't understand me; therefore, you're not the first person I go to when I'm in a funk. This isn't fun for me.