What exactly is one supposed to write about? My Freshman English teacher used to use “one” in her sentences. “One may never know what one might have to do” she would say. It was greatly annoying to me. It seems I always notice the little things in life. For instance she had the stubbiest fingers and they drove me crazy; however I am somehow oblivious to the obvious. Someone could love me and I wouldn’t even notice. Why? I would also like to add it’s not to good to write and listen to music at the same time. Maybe for some people but not me. I start typing out the lyrics.

Maybe that’s just me.

I can’t stay on one subject for long. Writing excites me too much. So many things run through my head and they all must be written down because they will forever be lost if they are not.
“The only thing that stays the same is that everything changes”
I fell in love with this quote today. I think that’s a big thing most people forget to accept in their lives. And without accepting it you simply cannot live. According to Darwin it is survival of the fittest. We have to adapt.
Quickly.
One never knows what one might have to do. On another tangent I’m confused about this love business. But can you really be in love if it doesn’t confuse you? I think there are feelings in love one was not meant to describe. We wouldn’t be human nor in love if we could.

Gosh.
I’m a senior now, that’s some scary shit. At least it will be fun. I took a lot of writing classes. I think if I lost everything but still had the materials to write I would be ok in the end. I’m not one to talk much about personal matters but god how I can write about them. I want nothing more than to be published one day. If my book was sitting there among millions of my heroes I could die happy.
A hero to me is anyone in today’s society that can voice their opinions and stick to them. No matter how absurd or how many “Oh my god, how could they’s” they got, they wouldn’t withdraw from their beliefs.

I believe I am done rambling for now.
Really that’s a lie, I’m always rambling away; but I’m done writing it down for now. It shall brew in my head like good tea for a while.