I am pleased to announce that I have started a playlist on my iTunes called 'Songs of Life'.

Clearly, I am quite impressed with the preliminary results.

Note to self:

Think what you want to think.

Do what you need to do.

- S. W.

Young people are a lot more conservative than they think.

It's just water...

Glass is half full, glass is half empty.

It's just water...

Ice burns into skin. steam numbs the senses.

It's just water...

Deep is shallow, shallow is deep. 

It's just water...

Thirst for redemption. Drowning in reanimation.

It's just water...

Drink, drink. Piss, piss.

yay. I can now write my blog from my email. So I can dish out emo faster.  ^^

feeling useless - it's such a strange yet refreshing feeling.

this has been the first time in a long while since I was the member of a group that fucks up everyone else and someone else had to fix things up for me. for the longest time ever, the person fixing up people's fuck ups was...me. Staying up overnight, correcting 3 different people's work because their crap was retarded. Nope, not complaining or anything. but it's definitely funny how that mental motto has ingrained itself into me - I was so surprised how little I wanted people to help me, because I was gonna get seriously fucked up tonight had my group actually let me guilt trip myself into taking on the 3000 word report due today at 4. So...yeah, 3 people saved my ass today. And no, they're not Lisa-like individuals....just normal people with a normal sense of responsbility. Nothing too remarkable. The finished work atm is not that remarkable either...but it's this sudden dissipation of responsibility that's so....great. The lesson to me here is beyond words. Yet I can definitely feel the impact.

i'm the liability. 1st quite embarassing, then quite funny, finally quite exhilarating.conclusion? i love commerce kids. ^^

what, were you expecting something emo from the 1st line of this post? haha.

I don't fucking know.

I never fucking knew.

I will never know.

But that's a good thing. Why? Because things I don't understand always tend to be more beautiful.

This has been your much delayed tidbit of Steven emo-ness. Somewhat.

Time is like the roaring sea...battering and slowly eroding against the island of refuge, of comfort, of memories.

Lyrics follow:

I only smoke weed when I need to
And I need to get some rest
I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty
And on the count of three I pull back the duvet
Make my way to the refrigerator
One dry potato inside, no lie
Not even bread, jam
When the light above my head went bam!
I can't sleep, something's all over me
Greasy, insomnia please release me
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath
Tearing off tights with my teeth
But there's no relief
I'm wide awake in my kitchen
It's dark and I'm lonely
Oh, if I could only get some sleep
Creeky noises make my skin creep
I need to get some sleep
I can't get no sleep....

In the past month --

I've gotten more smart, but I'm more stupid about it.
I might've gotten more sensitive, but I'm more insensitive to it.
I've gotten more open, but I'm more closed about it.
I've gotten more productive, but I'm more lazy to employ it.

Alas.

Alright my emo blog's back online now. Enjoy.