Would rather be putting my heart into words rather than writing a research paper.
Now that I've moved rooms, I've been so happy! Good days everyday! And I can somewhat concentrate on my work without worrying about every move I make! Heather (that's my new roommate) is so cool! She doesn't judge, and she's very considerate. "Does it bother you if I smoke/drink?" "If I put this here, will it be in your way?" "If my boyfriend calls, do you want me to leave the room?" It's nice to get some respect for once. And her friends are awesome too! I ate lunch with them one day. When I'm around them though, I do need to loosen up...a lot. A lot, a lot.
So finals are coming up. So is my birthday. So is summer and work. Should be fun.
My brother has been writing songs of late. They are nothing less than amazing. And I'm not just saying that because he's my brother. I wish I could put clips on here. You'd all be like, "Wow."
The song I'm listening to right now, Lullabye for a Stormy Night by Vienna Teng. Really good. Makes me want to curl up somewhere dark and warm and cry in happy contentment. Unfortunately, I can't do that in the present time. Instead I must finish up a research paper. All I want to do is think and write and sit in a group of people and talk with them. Research papers...ugh.
"Judge me, and I'll prove you wrong. Tell me what to do, and I'll tell you off. Say I'm not worth it, and watch where you end up. Call me a bitch, and I'll show you one. Call me crazy, but you really have no idea."
Broken is NOT an adjective that describes me. Therefore, I must stop living as if I am.