diet pepsi has the worst aftertaste.

"we are all just prisoners here, of our own device."

i cant bring myself to do the macro! if the ph is increased an enzyme will either not be able to funcion or if it can, it won't be maximizing its utility. im awesome. so i should shower.

yesterday i got a pair of jeans from urban outfitters for $3 dollars. it was almost as awesome as when i got the unwritten law cd for 1 cent. both are great. and i am great! i dont feel like writing that god damned research paper either.

Still sitting there with your legs crossed,
not paying attention to me.
If we talk, just curious, would this end up like it always does?
All the wrong I've done.
All the wrong I'll do.
Keeps me from trying.
It keeps me quiet.
Throw out your arms to each side.
It's easier to let things go.
When we talk think what we say: there's questions then silence and
in silence we remain.
All the wrong I've done and all the wrong I'll do.
It keeps me from trying.
Keeps me from calling you.
Something I just found out.
Something you know by now.
Hope makes you so strong.
Strength keeps you alone and far away.

We beat conant. What a weird night.

Now, in the deep and down, your heart moves.
Now, in the deep and down, I don’t know how but I know I want out.
Wait for something better, will I know when it can be us?
Wait for something better, maybe that doesn’t mean us.
Wait for something better, I shouldn’t, it’s not enough.
Pull one excuse from another.


And i'm not sure what i'm thinking right now.

listening to the postal service and feeling sorry for myself is how i love to spend my sunday nights.

doted on like seeds planted in a row
the untied shoelaces of your life
nurtured all year then pressed in a book
or displayed in bad taste at the table.
problems arise and you fan the fire
while there's a wild pack of dogs loose in your house tonight
cut from bad cloth or soiled like bad socks
add it up and basically people don't change
they just talk and make plans in the dark
or make haste with ideas that can't help
but creep good people out
as you talk to me too much you're assuming
we don't always want what's right
did i strike the right set of chords? you're annoyed
the goal is to ignite you then move on
you feel ill at ease. you got no squeeze
and the wise cracks won't make you more stable
you've learned your lines to scale and to time
why must i remind you know i'm only less able
cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks
we're ordinary people we can't help but to change
as we walk and make plans in the dark
or make haste with ideas that can't help
but creep good people out
as you talk to me too much you're assuming
we don't always want what's right
two fallen saplings in an open field
snow padding gently on an empty bench
and old woman's jewelry lying unadorned
cold nesting robins allied for the first time
i know when you hear these sappy lines
you'll roll your eyes and say "nice try"

Tomorrow morning before school i'm going to go talk to strock to make sure this wasn't all just a bad dream that i forgot to wake up from.

tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds
dreaming aloud
things just won't do without you
matter of fact
I'm on your back

if you walk out on me
I'm walking after you

if you'd accept surrender
I'll give up some more
weren't you adored
I cannot be without you
matter of fact
I'm on your back

if you walk out on me
I'm walking after you

another heart cracked in two
I'm on your back

I kept the phone by my bed in case you called. you never did. i hoped you hadn't meant it all, but i guess ill just see you around.

there's no blame for how our love did surely fade
but now that its gone, its like it wasn't there at all
and here i lay, where dissapointment and regret collide.
and i'm lying awake at night.

CATHERINE: I wouldn't be you for a kingdom! Nelly, help me to convince her of her madness. Tell her what Heathcliff is: an unreclaimed creature, without refinement, without cultivation; an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone. I'd as soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day, as recommend you to bestow your heart on him! It is deplorable ignorance of his character, child, and nothing else, which makes that dream enter your head. Pray, don't imagine that he conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior! He's not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic: he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man. I never say to him, "Let this or that enemy alone, because it would be ungenerous or cruel to harm them;" I say, "Let them alone, because I should hate them to be wronged:" and he'd crush you like a sparrow's egg, Isabella, if he found you a troublesome charge. I know he couldn't love a Linton; and yet he'd be quite capable of marrying your fortune and expectations: avarice is growing with him a besetting sin. There's my picture: and I'm his friend -- so much so, that had he thought seriously to catch you, I should, perhaps, have held my tongue, and let you fall into his trap. Banish him from your thoughts. He's a bird of bad omen: no mate for you.

Wuthering heights

So I'm just sitting here. hanging out alone in my room. i have about half my homework done. Maybe a little less. My mouth has a decrease in swelling and an increase in bruising. but both have a DRASTIC decrease in quantity demanded. I did not go to september fest once this weekend. I feel no regret. I watched a bunch of movies. It hurts to talk but that hasnt stopped me. I want to go to bed but i need to check on my puppy first.

i feel awful and really hurting. garden state was good.

So getting the wisdom teeth out sucked and now im really swollen but thats life right? Hopefully I'm getting a greyhound for christmas.