| day 271 |

"But sooner or later, you always have to wake up."

| day 270 |

"Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be."

| day 269 |

"There's a moment you know you're fucked."
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Yup. This is me with my cell phone in the Rowland bathroom because I've been in the Mac Lab since 5 - and plan to be here until after midnight.

| day 268 |

"Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily."

| day 267 |

"I couldn't see myself anywhere, just a toy on the shelf."

| week thirty-eight |

Less than 100 days and counting =]

| day 266 |

"The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote."

| day 265 |

"Captain Planet, he's our hero, gonna take pollution down to zero!"

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100 days to go!

| day 264 |

"She only comes around to sing away the pain, she's only happy when it's gray. Oh, slowly but surely, she'll bring you down..."

| day 263 |

"And the music's like the one thing I can even get at all..."

| day 262 |

"Draw a crazy picture, write a nutty poem, sing a mumble-gumble song, whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance 'cross the kitchen floor, put something silly in the world that ain't been there before."

| day 261 |

"We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment. And by making the moment our own, we are rendering it timeless. There is no audience. There are no instruments. There are only bodies and thoughts and murmurs and looks. It's the concert rush to end all concert rushes, because this is what matters. When the heart races, this is what it's racing towards."

| day 260 |

"She knew that even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness, yet they could let each other see it without the need of protection."

| week thirty-seven |

Later.

| day 259 |

"Where I'll end up, well, I think only God really knows."

| day 258 |

"I'm not out here looking for no garbage cans to curl up in. I'm looking for the same good dreams everybody else is hoping for, but I don't see where they are. Or maybe I see where they are, but I don't see how to get there."

| day 257 |

"I believe in a set of values I cannot live by. I set high goals for myself, I seek perfection, dream of exotic faraway places. But ultimately, what I long for isn't far away at all. It's in my own backyard. Imperfection charms me, familiar things move me...a celebration of what we have, instead of what we long for. That for me, is glamor."

| day 256 |

"She's like a prisoner inside stone walls, and every day the walls get a little thicker, the doorways a little narrower."

| day 255 |

"We reach with our hands, and brush away the clouds, and pierce the sky to reach the moon and Mars, but we still can't reach the truth."

| day 254 |

"And I'm not what I appear to be..."

| day 253 |

"Oh boy, you've left me speechless."

| week thirty-six |

| day 252 |

"So hold on to me tight, hold on to me tonight. We are stronger here together, than we could ever be alone. So hold on to me, don't you ever let me go."

| day 251 |

"And I know that it’s complicated, but I’m a loser in love. So baby raise a glass to mend all the broken hearts of all my wrecked up friends."

| day 250 |

"There's nothing you can’t do, now you’re in New York."

| day 249 |

"The studying, the books, exams, arguments, theories. The jokes and pints, laughter, kisses and songs. Life was like running, ninety percent sweat and toil, ten percent joy."

| day 248 |

"Prima donna, first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you!"

| day 247 |

"Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things."

| day 246 |

"Hope and fear are two sides of the same coin. She didn't want to give up hope, so she was just going to have to live with the fear."

| week thirty-five |

If you noticed, the post numbers changed slightly and it may have seemed like I went down in my count. Well, I did not skip a day of posting, but I miscounted on my blog here about two weeks ago, so I was up by one. I noticed it tonight on Facebook when my album count was off with my day count. Thank goodness Cogan helped me figure it out!

Anyway. I know I don't update on journals often. I feel like I never have time or nothing new to say (I'm sure I've said this before). To be honest, I still feel like I'm just starting the project. It doesn't feel like I've grown, although I know I have. It's the weirdest feeling.

Also, I can't believe that in about two or three weeks I'm going to be having my countdown. You're probably like, "Countdown? Huh?" Well, for some reason, I keep counting upwards to 365 instead of saying so-and-so more days to go. But I feel like day 265 is going to be the turnaround - I'm going to start counting down (mentally). This is just crazy.

If anyone actually sticks with my blog, thank you so much.

Until next time.

| day 245 |

"A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on."

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Little Jude =)

| day 244 |

"I can see inside you, the sickness is rising - don't try to deny what you feel."

| day 243 |

"What a lovely way to burn..."

| day 242 |

"I'm a fool for you."