And the muse lives on in sing-a-longs, dreams, and lullabies
Never failing or really leaving
Just hiding, waiting for a soul to come along
Waiting for me to come and find it.

I thought I was stronger than this.

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books, books.

if you ever find a book by Chris Wooding, borrow or buy it, and set a day aside to read it.

I liked "Storm Thief", but I ADORED Poison.

misleading title? yes. totally, fantastically, and absolutely worth it? yes.

Go read it. =]

neutral.

is "indifference" a synonym, do you think?

because that, I suppose for lack of a better term, is how I'm viewing life and the many variances in it.

...

I can't believe I have another 3 months until I can return to Provo. [At least I have something of a life there. And friends.]

If not for the necessity of the job I have, there's a great possibility I wouldn't have come back at all.

So please, don't question me.

I've made up my mind and you (woo specifics), of all people, can NOT change my mind now.

Not after everything.


Pah.

I'm thinking...

about picnics.
about rainstorms.
about movies.
about Scotty.
about all my other missionary friends.
about that one friend in Brazil. (♥)
about piano.
about Rachel and Rebekah.
about Emily.
and how many miles are between us.
about Hilary.
about Kit.
about my family.
about work.
about summer.
about love.

hmm.

...

♥

=]

♥ ♥ ♥.

There is such a creature in this world that is known for it's uncanny ability to strike when most inconvenient, at the most random of times and situations, and it's nature as to never let go of you until you have killed it.

In the fiction world (moreso the land of the Review Game), it is known as a plunnie.

Formed of the two words "plot" and "bunny" (reasons are unknown as to why "bunny" was picked over any other animal; some speculate because of the killer rabbit in Monty Python's The Holy Grail), it can strike at any time and can eat away at your brain until you have successfully combated the being; that is, write it down on paper and edit it multiple times.

In the wild: More often in places such as youtube and fiction sites, but it is not uncommon in any place of the world.

Author's latest encounter: Robot Wars.

you know I won't say sorry.
The pain has a bad reaction.
A blend of fear and passion.
You know what it's like to believe,
It makes me wanna scream.

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Well I'm too young for that,
Too dumb for that,
Too broke for that,
Too tired for that,
Too proud for that,
And I'm too gone for that.

...

Be seeing ya.