And for a moment

The world stopped and I was fine

Only for a moment.

I went to the movies/steak and shake/random parking lot with my best friend. We saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, which was okay. Outside the theatre was amazing though, I really wish I had my camera. There was a field filled with fuzzy dandelions that was just breathtaking. I really regret not taking my camera with me to take pictures. I just wanted to sit in that little field all day and watch the sun set. (Good moment #1.) Steak and Shake was the normal chit-chat and eating. Then, instead of going to the Ikea parking lot, we walked back up hill to a little parking lot that looks a lot like something you would see in the movies as a stop where cars filled with teenagers making out should be parked. We just sat there and had random conversations. (Good moment #2.) So I guess today itself wasn't good, but the moments in it were.

The perfect moment:

Everything is amazing.

I think I'm broken.

My friend's boyfriend came down this weekend and brought a friend, and she thought it would be a good idea to try and hook us up. It wasn't that bad, but it was weird. Everything would've gone alright if it wasn't for the fact that it was the first time I met the guy. His eyes were gorgeous, but I don't know how I felt about him, which is strange, because I usually have a really easy time identifying my feelings for people. He was annoying in the way that he was trying to impress me, but he was nice and seemed generally interested in me, so I guess I am pretty much neutral. My friend and her boyfriend were really cute, though. I wish I had that/I miss doing that. I almost wish that my blind date would've made a move, but I'm not exactly sure how I would have reacted to it. He was somewhat self conscious but he didn't mind showing off, which puzzled me to no end. I guess it is better that nothing happened. I feel bad that I don't like him a lot. Is that weird? I don't know if it is just me being picky or if I'm completely broken from feeling emotions towards anyone.

No editing, just straight up beauty at its prime. You have to admit, even though it is a weed, it is pretty.

There is always hope

For a better tomorrow.

Today matters more.

Wow. Let me be really cliche and say "Long time, no see!" Now that that's over with, I'd like to apologize for not posting a haiku in forever, err, month and a half. My life has just been to hectic. I really needed to take a break from thinking so much about things and just live. Sure, it's nice to take time and reflect, but that takes away the liberty to just move on and live my life. I'm not completely ruling out thinking and reflecting on my life, but I don't want it to be my main focus in life because, let's face it, the future is more important than the past. So I will leave the title box open, giving me the freedom to post as I please.

I love this flower. The white is so refreshing against the brown and green. Summer is on its way, I am so excited!

What I want in a guy:

• Can go for a run with me.
• Uses correct grammar.
• Puts me before himself. 
• Has decent looks/personality.
• Is witty.

Five things. That's it. Is that so hard? Apparently.

I've had a revelation: I am surrounded by people in love. All but one of my friends has a boyfriend. They are all so happy, and I'm happy for them. They all think that love is happiness, and those who aren't in love, aren't happy. It's not. Or at least, it's not for me. I'm fine being single, I really couldn't care less. I don't think I even want a relationship right now. They're too messy. Plus, how can I try and make someone else happy when I can't even make myself happy?

I love reading people's about me's. They usually have this beautiful picture of flowers blowing in the wind in a field or some hand-drawn picture promoting peace or the love of nature, and it is usually followed by a creative little paragraph that is deep and inspiring and makes you want to change the world and become a whole new person. Sorry, but I can't do that. I would tell you of all of the times that I've been disappointed in myself for not doing the right thing like giving my neighbor in science class my last piece of gum instead of pretending that I ate my last piece or telling you how badly that dumb ass guy screwed me over and how I've moved on and how I'm so much better now and it's truly a shame that he doesn't see me now and all of my other life-altering experiences, like how all of my friends that I've had in the past who I trusted with every last bone in my body, stabbed me in the back; but truth is, that just isn't me. I don't care what happened in the past-I'm done with that stuff. Some people say that 'I'll forgive, but never forget.' Fuck that; I'm forgetting everything. This isn't one of those I've-discovered-who-I-am-and-want-to-change-the-world-and-how-people-view-me paragraphs. I honestly couldn't care less what you thought about me; I'll do what I want to regardless of someone that I met in high school says about me. Two years from now, when I graduate, exactly how many times am I going to see these people again? Maybe once or twice passing by at the grocery store in my sweatpants buying ice cream because I had a really bad day at work. That is, if you're lucky. So this is my invitation for you to go ahead and judge me; if it makes you feel better, then I guess I am doing you a favor. You can go ahead and talk shit about me or my friends, but I'm not going to stop my life to make sure that anyone is happy. That is just a waste of time. I know what makes me happy, and it'll be my pleasure to do what I want. -End Rant.-