- U2: Kite
- who's to say where the wind will take you / who's to know what it is will break you / i don't know / which way the wind will blow / who's to know when the time has come around / don't wanna see you cry / i know that this is not goodbye.

- that, ladies and gentleman, was a necessary blog. it makes me feel better.

- and, since everyone has been feeling kind of "not good" as of late, i decided to post this:
- think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage - whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat and your toes curl. focus on that feeling. when people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. you'd be amazed at how many people are really dead inside - walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a speeding beer truck to come along and finish the job.

- i read pretty much exactly that in a book once (i can't remember what it was called, but it was about a girl who bit her lips too much), and i wrote it down somewhere, and i think i might have changed it a little, but it is by no means mine. (that was my disclaimer)