Best Valentine's Day Ever.

Imagine this in Song

I'm dying
trying
to figure this out

I'm crying
sighing
at all my insecurities.

I'm lost then
found
falling to the ground

I don't know
which way to go.

Here is my soul,
turn it inside out.
Here is my heart,
I can't trust myself with it anymore.

No, I am through.
I'm leaving it all up to you.

I'm giving in,
giving up
letting go of all I held on to

So,

Here is my soul,
turn it inside out.
Here is my heart,
I can't trust myself with it anymore.

Take me
Fix me
Polish me up.
I'm done.
I'm tired of being confused.

I did my best.
I failed on my own.
So here is my soul for you to take
turn it inside out
turn me upside down.
I'm giving up on doing this on my own.
Here is my heart,
I can't trust myself with it anymore.

Anti-SOPA

Be anti-SOPA.
Read up.
Speak out.

Stop the censorship.

Here's to the People.

Here's to the people
Here's to the crowds
Here's to the ones that
have been crying out loud!

Here's to the hopers
Here's to the dreamers
Here's to the wishers
the screamers and schemers.

Here's to the people
who've fought all day
Here's to the people
who have given it away.

Don't forget who you are
Don't forget where you come from.
Don't forget who made you
and loved you all along.

Yes, He exists,
no matter how far away He seems.
Yes, He exists,
He knows you by name.

Don't fret, don't fret.
He'll always love you.
Don't fret, don't fret.
Just love Him the same.

I Scream, You Scream, We all scream for....finals week.

So this week is finals week. You know what that means? A dead head, the inability to focus, ADD, and lots and lots of caffeine to keep me functioning. BUT NO LATE NIGHTS THIS SEMESTER!! :) next semester that may not be true...
Anyways, I can't think. My head hurts. My brain seems to like to work while playing video games though.... I should test this theory.... How are you guys though? Anyone else on finals week? Any tips on how to get through it?

That moment when you fear that everything good in your life is going to fall apart

Hectic

the rush the bustle
all that hustle
move, keep moving
don't stop
don't slow
move. Move. MOVE.

Don't stand here
amongst the crowd
blurred faces passing you
a stream and a river
of top hats and longs coats
of blue eyes and dark faces.

Don't slow US down
as we hurry and be productive
as we forget the meaning of leisure,
of relaxing and unwinding.
Don't slow us down
because you need to stand still.

Keep busy.
Do work.
Go from dance to self-defense
from yoga to your nine-to-five job
from soccer to the sports bar
from the bar to the club
from your friend's home to the movies.
Keep moving.

Lose breath and you lose.
If you can't do it,
you're too slow
too weak
too incompetent.
You body is limp with inability
a flimsy piece of paper
that can't support a dream.

So keep moving.
Be busy and hustle
follow all that bustle.