my heart's a hole that needs to constantly be filled with love

so. my lame rambles will continue. hah.
i got stung by a bee today. first time i've ever been stung. and my arm hurts really bad. i can handle sharp pain. but this dull throbbing and burning is really getting to me. benadryl isn't helping. and my arm is really swollen around the sting. it's pretty gross looking. hah.
my parents might be making me get rid of my cat. which is lame. 'cause i love that cat even though she's a brat.
my job sucks. a lot. i'm prolly gonna apply at king soopers. even though that will suck too, at least i'll get paid more and actually get some hours in.. *sigh*

"we'll speak of what a waste i am..."

on the bright side, i didn't have to go to church tonight.
and i kinda feel bad for saying that. but i am really glad we didn't go. church pretty much depresses me. i'm not sure why either.
wait. i take that back. i am sure why. but.. eh.

and i got a couple cd's too.
"spring and summer" by jon foreman and a cd by the glorius unseen.

i should put something serious and thought-provoking in this.
there's been a lack of that as of late.
but i haven't really been thinking deeply as of late.
it hurts too much.


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He gets he information from overhearing conversations.
Doesn't ask questions, doesn't learn any lessons.
And he keeps his mouth shut,
till he bowls over, and he blows up
And then he can't form his words right,
they don't fit together so tight

And I hope to God that he will find his name
and not listen to his "so-called" friends when they say:

This is the way, that you are
Don't let them say
This is the way, that you are

She doesn't have much to say about yesterday
Or what happened to her, when she was eight
So she drinks a lot, and it her makes feel okay
For the moment, but it's gone when she awakes

But I hope you know that somewhere out there loves you
So don't give yourself away,
And don't listen to them when they say:

This is the way, that you are
Don't let them say
This is the way, that you are


- the classic crime, the way that you are