That title has absolutely nothing to do with the title. I'm just listening to some good ol' Modest Mouse and that was just the song line that I was listening to as I was typing the title, since I didn't really know what else to say. xD You go, Glen Coco.
Anyways, I just got back from some school things that made me think again, although I guess I'll have to save the questions for a different time with people that can hopefully say the right things. I dunno, I just don't feel like I'm not all that worthy enough to talk to God. I don't want any comments on it, just...my state of mind. I'm only a hippie that studies beliefs and I refuse to take any sides. Okay, let's just get this. I believe in peace. Enough said.
So. Different topic. I was a-readin' through Leia's posts and I found it a little funny mentioning Scott and the whole fish ordeal. And the only reason I created that whole nickname thing is because I'm actually one of those really shy (and slightly paranoid) lovers who always kind of would put him before anything in the world, and then feel kind of bad about because what if he gets freaked out? And then I would be all...I can't say his name because my whole body just flips whenever I hear that name. I don't know what to dooooo.
Of course, that was in the past. Actually, I believe this is one of the reasons he can't exactly love me because I'm this way. And I've gotten better, in my opinion ever since 7th grade, but hey. I can't force him to love me as I keep ranting on about. I'm just here for whatever he needs me for. And I'm always happy to oblige him. Oop, there I go smiling again.
Chinese food.
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