I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

There is a great need for a sarcasm font.

How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

Was learning cursive really necessary?

Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my own neighborhood.

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

Bad decisions make good stories.

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after BluRay? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.

"Do not machine was or tumble dry" means I will never wash this--ever.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after i didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with alcohol than Kay.

I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.

I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.

I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word someone said?

I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber and dumber every year?

There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you're going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers. But no matter what the mode of transportation, I will always hate bicyclists.

Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and pinning the tail on the donkey. But I'd bet my ass that everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.

I don't want to be your best friend.
I don't want you to be comfortable with that.
I want you to want to win me over. I want you to want to have my heart.
I'm not saying much because I don't have anything to say to you. I've got plenty to say to my boyfriend, but not to you.
This is not how our relationship should be going.
I deserve more than this.
I just feel so wrong when I'm sitting with you in the car and you're not even noticing me.

I love surprises. I may not seem like a material kind of person, but I like to think that the little things matter.

I get incredibly frustrated at big things that I can't handle. It's hard, being me. But everyone says that, don't they?
When there's something I can't take care of, I crawl inside of myself and try to find a way to release it. It used to happen in writing. Now it just happens in tears.

I'm heartbroken. I'm lonely. I'm just a friend.
And the problem here is that the person who could fix it doesn't give a shit.

I found a panda hat. I bought it, and now I'm wearing it.
That's all.

Everything changes. In my eyes, the world seems to be in a constant state of fast forward.
Fads come and go, styles warp, kids discover drugs and alcohol, and personalities change. I'd like to say that I'm the same person I have always been, but I would be lying to you and myself.
Sometimes I miss those days. The days where all I wanted was to fit in. Where the best thing I could imagine was being different, but still havin friends.
I've changed.
You've changed.
There is no denying it. I'm different than I was a year ago.
I listen to different music, talk about different things, wear different clothes.
Sometimes I just can't see past it all.

So it's been a while. I guess the reason is because I get my relaxing writing done in my new planner. However, I now have over an hour to kill before my next class, so I guess typing on my iPod will eat some of that.
I've been extremely fearful recently. Not only of big things like my future or my relationships, but also of tiny things, like the dark and the bumps in the night. I'm probably just being paranoid, but I can't find a reason for any of it.
Then there's my thoughts. I find myself zombie my way through driving and classes, but somehow it feels like I'm preoccupied with something. I can't hear my own thoughts on it, but I feel like I'm blocked by something. Dread? Fear? Love? I can't figure it out. All I know is that it all makes me feel so alone.
I heard a song this morning that reminded me of a time after Peter Clyde. It was when I had finally been able to and had chosen to move on. He tried to break me. Tried to force me into something I'm not. He wanted me to be a different kind of person. He wanted me to believe he was right in everything, and would never listen to my point of view. But I really understand now, and it makes me stronger. Thinking about what Peter was makes me feel sick. He was such an angry person towards me, and I don't think he'll ever understand that. He wanted me to be like him so badly. But the thing is, I'm me. I won't be anything else, ever. Peter was angry because I was now with one of my friends. A friend who was someone just like me. It makes me feel sick that anyone could be so selfish. Now I'm not suffocating. Now I can relax. Now I'm happy.
Nick, if you see this, you're wonderful. Your imperfections make m love you. Don't ever change.

I love being straight to the point and blunt.
But sometimes, it's a lot more difficult than it seems. Sometimes, it's just hard to look someone in the face and tell them exactly what's on your mind.
I'm happy I have the ability, occasionally, to speak exactly what I'm thinking.
It's the reason Nick and I are dating.
I looked him in the face and told him "I like you."
Just thinking about it makes me all warm and fuzzy. :)