Last post reflections

This blog has went through many forms, from courtesy, to dreams, to finally happiness. I really enjoyed writing it though, I don't really care that no one reads it. It's a way to express myself, something I'm really not the best at. I wish I had something major to discuss as this may or may not be my final blog entry. All I've got is the assurance to the wonderful readers out there (AKA no one) that majority of my problems have been solved within the past day. I no longer feel sick, the feeling of inevitable change has been swept aside by the mindset of Ob-la-di ob-la-dah. One more week of school.
I don't have a whole lot to say on High School at the moment.
Just one reflection in truth.
Those are nowhere near the best years of my life....
This is Taylor Potter signing off.

Thoughts at 2 AM

Wicked was good, if you were wondering. It really challenges preconceived notions about history and storytelling in general. We (being the collective human beings) always here the cliche (didn't feel like finding the accent mark e. Laziness ftw)"There are two sides to every story". Wicked really brings that fact CS (Stop the cliches now Taylor Potter.) Also, it has the best poster in the entirety of the world.

Seriously, how can you not love this poster?
Best tag line also, "Defy Gravity"
Whatever, enough about wicked.
Guess I should focus more on happiness, since that's what this is supposed to be about.
Hmm, nothing is coming...the endorphins that control happiness must not operate in the Wee Hours of the morning.
OH I GOT ONE.
I love quotes. Other people say what I mean better than I do.

“Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.” Fulton Oursler (weird name)
I had a conversation recently about regret and feeling bad and all those nasty things....I've promised myself to forget and not to let it bother me because there's not much I can do about the past other than accept it. The fear of the future part is what I'm hung up on now. I find myself in a situation which should be the happiest I've ever been, and it's not because the stupid thought always crosses my mind that my life is a ticking time bomb. I don't mean "oh I'm gonna die" ticking time bomb (I'm okay with that). I just know things won't be that simple forever, and it kind of sucks. I'm making zero sense now.

ANOTHER QUOTE

“Most people have a harder time letting themselves love than finding someone to love them.”

GOSH QUOTES ARE GREAT.

“Fear can keep us up all night long, but faith makes one fine pillow.”

I could post quotes all night long.
Ob-la-di Ob-la-da....life goes on.

Wicked

Going to wicked in six minutes, probably gonna be late. Rawr.
It's a good day, a great day actually, and not just due to Wicked.
I wish I could put into writing how great this past week has been, (excluding every third block, the midday blues always tend to strike then) but I really can't. Happiness is a choice, and I'm choosing to be happy (again excluding third block) I could draw you a graph or something, but in six minutes I don'tt know how great it would be.



Note to self, don't use paint for graphs.

New Day New Post

So it's a new day. A better day. I still kinda feel out of place, like I'm living a life that wasn't really meant for me, in a good way though, I don't feel deserving of how good I've got it. If that makes any sense. I realize this has really just turned into the rantings of an stupid teenager, I'm gonna try and shift it back to dreams and stuff. On a related note, grammar is in existence again.
To be perfectly honest, I've had a little trouble sleeping for the past few weeks, I couldn't tell you why...maybe stress. Who knows? Hopefully it gets better sooner rather than later.
I've been thinking a lot on happiness lately...
I've been hating myself on the subject lately because I always seem to be dependent on others for my happiness...and I hated that. I'm my own person...
That's not something you can change though.
"Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." Robert Heinlen
Guess I'll get used to it.
Excuse me I have to go be a man and beat up a bear now.

Ten Minutes between posts...YAY

Yeah, I know it's been ten minutes, sue me. I feel the need to post again. There seems to be a lot spinning around in my head right now and I'm not sure what to do with it. I'm a get a bottle of water and maybe start spilling it onto my blog entry (misplaced modifier the thoughts not the water.) Thanks mrs. Gunter. Thanks.
I never did get up and get a bottle of water...depressing.
So, i've calmed down a bit...and i wish i could share with the studio audience (aka Mrs. Gunter) what's rattling on in my mind (other than my extensive super awesomely good grammer skillz which i'm neglecting to use right now) I use parenthesis to much.
Anyway, some people just make me feel like such a shallow individual when I'm around them. Not shallow, like dating shallow, but shallow as in I'm not a deep thinker. ugh. depressed. As of now im typing this blog entry with my eyes shut and my head on my desk. ill go back through and repuncuate it.....maybe. as long as it makes sense i dont care. AP bio test tommorrow, and I don't want to go into it with all this crap on my mind.

First post in forever

So this is my first post in forever. I forsee many more in the upcoming days...because the semester is closing and I need fourteen of these things. I could be a clairvoyant. Anyway, I've had many dreams since my last post. A few I remember inparticular, so I'll start with a lucid dream.

So, I'm sitting in church alright. Not a huge church 20 pews total, and someone I don't recognize/remember is sitting next to me.

*Insert* Sorry for the interruption, but I was perusing the internet while writing this and I stumbled on someonewhoisclosetome's blog (and by stumble I mean do an advanced google search for the title of the blog the persons name and blogspot, am I a stalker? call me curious.) and was astounded by the maturity of their writing. I feel totally....out classed writing about my stupid dreams when their writing about stuff that actually matters....I'm kinda jealous of their view on life and how happy that can be just existing, and I'm always dependent on someone else for happiness. Now I'm depressed. Crap. *Unsert*

I don't feel like finishing my lucid dream. Maybe next time.