Balloons of Expectation

Please stop wanting, wishing and hoping for things that you know cannot and will not come true. Hope is such a fragile thing, yet it has the endurance to keep you holding your breath for days and days. I do not want the inevitable disappointment that comes with breathing in. I never start it. They always entice me with things too real to be resisted, and then back away. I take the small reality and turn it  into a colossal dream that no man could ever hope to support on his shoulders, no matter how broad. But I hold on to it, by the thin strings that I attach to all of these gigantic balloons of possibility. I am left with a hand full of strings and a sky clouded over with voluminous dreams and expectations that shroud my ability to enjoy the reality. Nothing can live up to my hopes. Nothing can measure up to my reality. Yes, have standards. Yes, have ideals. But don’t think you can have your cake and eat it too.

Cough Syrup - Young the Giant

I don't like rock. At least I didn't think I did. But having been forcibly introduced to "Indie-Rock," I'm surprised to find that I actually do like it.

Pay attention to the lyrics of this one...  Life's too short to even care at all...

Colds.

You know the way you feel before a cold?

Tired...
           Achey...
                       Sleepy...
                                      Foggy...
                                                    Fading....

When you finally accept that maybe, just maybe, you're getting sick?

Sore...
          Stiff...
                    Gross...
                                  Miserable...
                                                    Cold...


Maybe its just allergies? (Oh, I hope so...)

Maybe I'm just tired? (Well, yeah, duh. But that's not all.)

Nope.

I'm sick.              

Style Vow I

I, Anna, being of sound mind and body, solemnly swear never to inflict bangs upon myself again. It has been shown repeatedly in the epochs of time that I look quite dreadful with bangs, with evidence given in a vast quantity of mirrors and an impressive collection of childhood photographs. I vow to resist the urges of the times and trends, which shall adopt bangs as "cute" and "trendy", and shall promise me that I too can wear them. I vow to remember in times of temptation or tribulation, how what can be snipped into being in a minute will later take many difficult months of annoyance and Snookie-like poofs to grow out, pulling our some of the aforementioned childhood photographs if necessary to strengthen my resolve. With my forehead as my witness, I make this promise for the greater good of my hair, general appearance and sanity for as long as I shall live.

Amen.