How many wishes can I make?

"Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced."
— Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)
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How many wishes can I make?

It bothers me when drivers don’t use their turn signal – Those crazy car manufacturers have made it so convenient to reach your little finger up there and let the people around you know your next maneuver. Shocking.

I really wish that underwear stores would stop calling them “panties”. I really dislike that word.

I wish that I could record what I am thinking so I can think it again when I sit down to write. Everyday I will get these flashes of intense things, intense feelings, intense questions, mindless thoughts, but I am always in an inopportune position to get them out on paper. I lose so much oh my intellect in those moments. Those moments when I know exactly what I mean and exactly how to say it, are gone. I forget. It is a tragedy.

"Now is a rushing river. There are those who would hug the shore, but there is no shore. Push off into the stream. Hold your head above the frey. See who else is in the midst of things, and celebrate."
 -Native American saying

It will be ok. Everything will be awesome.

When people tell me their birthday month, I always count back nine months and try to figure out in which month they were conceived.

In five months I will be 27. It’s crazy how fast time flies.

It bothers me when people say “sure” or “kind of” or “yeah, ok” or “I guess”. They all sound so unsure of themselves. When someone makes a statement, I want assurance and honesty. Id rather someone say “yes, unless something better comes up” because then at least there is a definitive answer, and a logical explanation. I also know that I am very much guilty of violating my own pet peeve.

I have felt a lot happier since I cried. I very much needed that.

“HEY! DO YOU WANT TO FEEL SO MAN-ERGETIC? THEN TRY KAKARU'S "THE COMMANDER!" IT'S A MANLY MOC FOR MEN! MAN-MOCS! IT'LL MAKE YOU FEEL SO MANLY, YOU'LL BE ABLE TO PUNCH COMETS! THAT'S RIGHT, COMETS! COMET HALE-BOPP WILL BE LIKE "HURR I'MMA CHUNK OF DIRTY ICE AND ROCK" AND YOU'LL BE LIKE "SCREWWW YOUUU" AND SHOOT IT IN THE FACE WITH YOUR MAN-GUN! IT'S LIKE A SOLID HUNK OF TESTOSTERONE MADE OF LEGO! LEGOSTERONE!”
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I just don’t have the energy to finish this tonight.


"His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places."
— Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)