[27 Jul 2007|12:22am] [ music | Heaven and Hell - Black Sabbath ] Snagged from randomsome1. :3 1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself. 2. Tag seven people to do the same. 3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it. 1. One of the weirdest erogenous zones I have is my head. Plz don't rub my head. ._., 2. My entire body tingles when I hear a really good song, especially with an amazing guitar solo. 3. I've eaten an entire bar of 73% bitter chocolate and tasted nothing while my friends and my dad cringed and complained about a small piece for ten minutes. 4. I have had a chronic disease for the past four years that could lead to blindness and bone loss if not managed by medication. 5. I can remember everything that everyone has ever said to me, but I can't recall what I had for dinner the day before. 6. I'm afraid of commitment, and anything that ties me down - school, a job, a boyfriend/girlfriend - scares the living shit out of me. I have never had a stable job or a long term relationship. 7. I actually have horrible social anxiety, but I hide it well by acting really stupid, or if in terms of the workforce, really professional. ._., comment?

[27 Jul 2007|11:45pm] [ music | Enter Sandman - Metallica ] There's a drought in my head. It's catastrophic. My beliefs have all of a sudden withered and I don't know what source I can turn to to revive them. But they're still connected by the roots, lodged into place -- but still searching, still hungering, still reaching. For anything. They wait for something to pass through, something that will nourish them, something that will help them grow. They grasp at the air, sometimes catching whatever happens to drift by with the help of the currents of time. My beliefs are tainted, though. They're tainted by memory, and they release anything that makes them remember what it's like to be misled. So they grasp for something that glows with self-righteousness. They can't bear to find someone else to idolize; all of their heroes have crumbled into dust and blown away -- but some don't disappear forever. Some of those particles become filtered out, but the larger chunks get caught up in the thought process. They're difficult to erode, even when faced with the currents of time. I think I'm going to have to hold out until the rainy season. It will come. Just not as soon as I would like. 4 comments| comment?

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