My issue with boys.

Ooooookkkkk,new problem. Do you remember luke? Do you remember me telling you that I couldn't talk around him, and I completely shut down? yah...how do I stop that from happening? I can't be squirming around boys for the rest of my life or I'm never gonna get married!!! Not that I want to right now, but someday yes, but that day will never come if I don't figure out a way to swallow my fear and BE MYSELF!!!!! geez, you wouldn't think someone would need practice being themselves! sigh. I need mental help.

Why is it that people scare me? Why am I so paranoid? I just got a batch of new, giggly, roommates. Sigh. It's bad enough that I feel like I'm going to barf whenever I meet someone new, but then add the feeling that I feel like I'm doing something wrong every ten minutes when they burst into a new fit of giggles. Why am I so afraid that they are laughing at me? Why can't I bring myself to talk to them? Help. Someone help me.

You know what? i do they are laughing at me. i think they make fun of me. ha. interesting. what am i going to about it? (really some advice would be good)

Such Great Heights

There are definitely certain songs that define my high school journey. With these songs comes fond memories and journeys and some of my favorite people. They tell the story. But there is one song that will always take me back. Whenever I listen to it, I feel like I'm being taken through a time warp. My head gets all dizzy, and I can feel in my stomach and in my heart the same feelings that I had in high school. For about four minutes and twenty seconds, I'm that girl again, and I have that life again. It's quite amazing. It keeps reminding me to be grateful for the amazing time that I had. Here's the song.


Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home