“Who knows… maybe I’m your angel…”

-Kellie

Said by the current girlfriend. Poor kid has troubles if she’s right.

Keith Olbermann’s special comment regarding California’s ban on same-sex marraige.

Is there anything more magical than the first kiss of any new relationship? As skeptical as I am about “true love”, yesterday’s First Kiss was an extremely thrilling moment…

Have some Mel Carter.

They told me “Be sensible with your new love”
“Don’t be fooled, thinking this is the last you’ll find”
But they never stood in the dark with you, love
When you take me in your arms
and drive me slowly out of my mind…..

Hold me, hold me
And never let me go until you’ve told me, told me
What I want to know and then just hold me, hold me
Make me tell you I’m in love with you

Thrill me (thrill me), thrill me (thrill me)
Walk me down the lane where shadows
will be (will be) will be (will be)
Hiding lovers just the same as we’ll be, we’ll be
When you make me tell you I love you

They told me “Be sensible with your new love”
“Don’t be fooled, thinking this is the last you’ll find”
But they never stood in the dark with you, love
When you take me in your arms
and drive me slowly out of my mind

Kiss me (kiss me), kiss me (kiss me)
And when you do, I’ll know that you
will miss me (miss me), miss me (miss me)
If we ever say “Adieu”, so kiss me, kiss me
Make me tell you I’m in love with you

(Kiss me) kiss me, (kiss me) kiss me
When you do, I’ll know that you will
miss me (miss me), miss me (miss me)
If we ever say “Adieu” so kiss me, kiss me
Make me tell you I’m in love with you

(Hold me, thrill me)
(Never, never, never let me go)
(Hold me, thrill me, never, never, never let me go)

I shall miss our adventures together.

“We’re bringing Joy to the world!”

-David & Frank (15 year old twins)

Upon asked why they were making cookies at midnight, they responded in unison. I love twins.

“…to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world – our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.  To those who would tear this world down – we will defeat you.  To those who seek peace and security – we support you.  And to all those who have wondered if America’s beacon still burns as bright – tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope. “

- President-Elect Barack Obama

Sure has a pretty mouth, doesn’t he? Let’s see how long it takes for him to fall in line with the neverending imperialistic actions of presidents past.

With over 90% of the precints reporting, the California Secretary of State reports that Prop. 8… the measure to ban marraige for same-sex couples… appears to have been passed.

Congratulations California! You just shattered the dreams of over 109,000 gay couples (New York Times estimate as of Oct. 2008). With the divorce rate higher than 50%, it makes me sick that the majority of you would have the audacity to even think you had the right to decide who should be allowed to marry or not.

Recently I’ve found it hard to ignore the maddening qualities of my enraptured mind. At first I wondered if I was struggling with a form of attention deficit but then quickly ruled that out once I was honest with myself about how I really am and where my insecurities truly lay.

Whether I’m attempting to study, focus on a lecture, listen to music, or even while working out, my mind is constantly and consistently focused on one thing: analyzing in depth any social interactions I’ve had, will have, or might have in the recent past, present, or future. What did she mean when she said this, how did he take it when I said that, what does so-and-so think about what I said then, what will I say if they ask me…

Sigh. This goes on everyday, every night, and is endless. It’s fucking exhausting. Five minutes ago I was attempting to get some much needed study time in when my mind kept wandering off what I was reading to analyzing interactions with some girl I sit next to in class and went out with a couple times. The only thing that broke my thoughts was a text message from, speak of the devil, her.

And so here I find myself… typing, writing, needing to express and vent out the frustration I feel with myself. The need to admit, via my good friend Mr. Internet here, that I not only care what others think…. I’m obsessed with it. Not just what they think about me, but just what they think about anything. Analyzing, analyzing, analyzing. Always trying to find some hidden meaning in the words or actions of others, always trying to read between the lines… whether imaginary or not.

Fuck Me.

“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.”

-Henry David Thoreau

“Oh, run away, get divorced, drink alone. You know.. the classics.”

-Dr. Perry Cox (Scrubs) upon being asked how he handles fear in a relationship.