Bound by the surprise of our glory days.

I don't know what it is about this song. It's on repeat and every time, I feel the same things. It might bring me to tears or something.

It feels like a reminder of what I could have, should have done and said.

He slipped through my fingers and now, there's nothing to be done. Why do I keep telling myself that I don't care? I do, and that's all there is to it.

I hate it. I hate this feeling.

Whatever, whatever, whatever. Nothing will ever happen, and one day, it'll take me a few minutes to totally recall him and I'll finally be happy.

Oh, gods, I hope.

Don't mind me, I'm just kind of...lamenty.

We're talkin' about two different things.

I need school to start. I need distractions. I need new faces and new names that I won't be able to remember. I need new guys in my life. I'm absolutely going to find someone this semester, whether I rekindle what I had with the fellow who shall henceforth be dubbed The Idiot, or whether I find someone new.

I'm sick and I'm tired of being a second choice, or, usually, not a choice at all. I need someone to see me and give me butterflies and keep me at the top of his mind. I need someone that wears the same goofy smile as me when we first meet. I need someone that wants to go to aquariums and In-N-Out and the beach and Saddleback Butte.

I need someone.

That's all there is to it.

Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

The signal don't seem right.

I need to go somewhere. That's all there is to it.

I don't believe in love.

Yesterday was pretty amazing. We went to the mall and wandered around for several hours. Basically, the day consisted of Armadillo Eggs, karaoke (always "Bohemian Rhapsody"), mild creeping, and giving guys our numbers. Casey gave her number to a cute doo-wop/punk/adorable guy, and we both gave ours to this interesting fellow nicknamed Crow with amazing eyes. Oh, and we did a survey and got paid. So I guess that makes us professional survey-takers.

Then, after I spent less than I intended at Barnes & Noble, we got Starbucks and pizza, then went home. Apparently, we're incapable of spending less than two nights at each others' homes. Crow called, and we talked over each other on speaker phone while I'm sure he just walked around, staring at his phone in dismay. Casey and I have to call him separately.

It was all pretty freaking amazing.

I can watch the sunset on my own.

I don't know what it is, but every time Casey and I hang out together, we turn into babbling idiot versions of ourselves, laughing at every single little thing possible. It's the best. :)

We're going to the mall tomorrow. Er, today. I'm going to turn in an application to Torrid, and we'll hunt around for an attractive guy. Well, I will. She has a new boyfriend.

Really, there would be a good point to this if I was posting after the mall, but some nights, you just feel like writing. And posting pictures of yourself and your best friend.

April 2010, right before we left for the Renaissance faire. Good times, good times. :)

Dressed up like the newly dead.

It's been a while. Sadly, there isn't too much for me to update. I did well last semester (A for art history, B for English, C in PoliSci), I got some cool stuff for Christmas (Barnes & Noble gift cards, new bedding set, great headphones, etc.), and I chilled with Casey for New Year's Eve. Actually, we scrapped. Honestly, who works on their scrapbooks on New Year's Eve? It was great, though.  Then, on Saturday, her dad took us to the Northridge Fashion Centre.

Also: it's snowing here! Everyone has been carrying on and on, and I can't blame them. The snow is so lovely and peaceful here, and we never get it. It's because we live in the desert, and it sucks. But this is nice. My brother built a snowman with my nephews, my mom made me cocoa, and I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's. Tomorrow I'll probably watch Sabrina, Blazing Saddles, and Thumbelina. However that last one is spelled.

Right now, life is great. I've got Surfer Blood playing, I'm the only one up, and the heater is on full-blast. And except for the fact that I just cracked my head against the wall, I'm feeling pretty great.

Here's hoping 2011 is twice as awesome as 2010!