6.06.2004

No, our lives aren't written in a book stored in a warehouse up in the sky. That place doesn't even exist. You think so?

I'd just have to say that life, in deed, is beautiful. It's kind of weird to be blogging that at about 2:00 in the morn. I was reading through some other people's blogs and one of those people's blogs just made me realize that. She is not exactly my favourite person and I've seen all angles of her. I do believe though that she is a generally pleasant person. Again, I just fully realized in this bizarre time of the day that life is beautiful. In fact, I don't want to hate people right now or get annoyed by them. Whatever I say or do I always generally think of the good in other people (except for the unexemptable cases, there always are). Now that part of me is slowly inching closer to the 80% mark of a special gauge I have for it. I'd probably go reconcile or appear less snobbish now to other people. Now I feel so optimistic again. And I even want to review for my SAT this October. Good god, is everything alright?

Life is looking so good and sounding so sweet right now I'm dreaming of my ideal University plans again. Everything seems so possible I actually believe that I can make it happen. Actually, I think I can. If only I will. Nothing is impossible when you make it so. Ah. You have to read my first article on The LC, which is of relation to that. *sigh* Life is so beautiful right now I wish this feeling never ends and this outlook stretches on for eternity. I don't want to sleep. If I do, I might lose that feeling :( Now I feel what Amanda was saying when she said she feels particularly, and I guess oddly, herself that she's afraid to sleep because she might lose herself again.

Regarding my 3rd to the last sentence of my first paragraph, I have thought of reconciling with another person. It is not until I realized though that she has a, at the moment, hopeless case of two-facedness. I'm a frank person and am not two-faced. Nor am I fake. If I don't like you, I let you feel that I don't like you. I still want to think that she is a nice, warm, pleasant person though. I don't want to not like her in reality. But there are some things we have to face. No matter how it appears to be, no matter what good you want to think, you can't ignore the wolf beneath the sheep's clothing and his big, bad, portruding wolf ears. ;)

Okay, so that last bit was lame.

Anyway. Starting tomorrow I will start studying math for my UPCAT and english for my SAT. Goddamn them list of words I have to memorize. I always fall asleep when I do.

I know it soudns cheesy but I'm just in a slightly overwhelmed state so I can't help thinking that life really is sweet and wonderful.

Wait. Dang love bug. I hope it has nothing to do with this. Weird that it has suddenly kicked in? (If it is indeed it.)

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