Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements

My printer is a whore and I found out after five years that I've been supporting its habit.  damn printer.

CNU should get David Bowie and some dancing muppets to go with this ever changing labyrinth that's going on.

I still get the urges to beat someone up just to prove to everyone, including myself, I can.

I know where I've been.  not everyone believes parts and no one knows as much as they think they do.  I think I prefer it that way.

I find it hard to compliment myself or admitting that I'm good at something.  I'm beating myself up with a smile on my face.

Sometimes, I feel like I am afraid to be happy because I know it won't last nearly long enough.

Really wish I had my external hard drive with all the goods on it.

I feel like I am frozen in time and am jealous of those moving forward.

College is fun, but those damn classes get in the way

I will probably forever hate my hair.  thick, wavy hair on someone who doesn't like to put more than five minutes into fixing it is a terrible combination.

There are secrets I keep to myself, only because the reaction I anticipate isn't one I want.

I hate that I find myself gossiping so much, but there are times that I hate the silence and my life feels too dull to talk about.

I wish I could figure out when guys were flirting with me at the moment they are flirting with me, not a month later.  there have been a few guys I missed out on, simply because I didn't put the pieces together in time.

I love pickup games (informal sporting events), but my favorite specific sport is soccer.  I would love to pick it up again.

My philosophy on killing bugs: if they're outside, I'll shoo them away.  if they are inside, well that's my environment and they are trespassing, thus they must die.  I will and can kill any bug I manage to catch.

Women's brains are like spaghetti and men's are like waffles.  women have all their thoughts somehow connected, flowing from one to another, while men have compartments, that rarely intermix.

my thought process rarely makes sense to other people, but if I announced each step of getting from one idea to another, it would make a whole lot more sense.

I want a jumping photo of myself