This is beginning to feel like the long-winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like its curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke.
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the loser, forever.

^See? See how nice I am? I could have unleashed all my stress and angst in a long, rambly rant-type post that would have dissolved into me aiming at specific, yet nameless people and confusing the rest of that small, precious percentage of Newgrounds users who (oddly) seem to read my posts.

Instead, I just posted lyrics to a song.

Wait.

Oh, magic and glory, what have I BECOME?

(Bonus points to me for picking the most emotionally ambiguous emoticon for the post mood.)

1. My mother can pick up on water damage, bowed walls, lack of/existence of basic insulation, number of power outlets, and even the fact that there are only single, +40-year-old men living in the building I thought I'd go ahead and rent in.

2. A single, 18-year-old female should not be living in this building.

3. Mental note: Listen to mother more often.

4. Jamba Juice makes the subway station seem less scary.

5. Only make lists that have five or less items on them.

6. Always.

It's like a disease that takes down teams from within. So much for my Uruguay v Argentina final.

Can Uruguay make it happen?

I played 'school' and am about to beat all 12 levels of it. Expansion pack looks expensive, but might try it.

Every breath is a second chance.

Anything looks like a noose if you stare at it long enough.

is just someone with a broken heart. D:

Lots of new music these days. Hopefully, school won't miss their MIDI keyboard.

It's coming soon.