Blinking.

I appreciate adventure, but I am not adventurous.
I appreciate writing, but I don't like to complete writing assignments.
I appreciate fun, but I don't know how to be fun.
I appreciate friends, but I don't how to get close to them.
I appreciate criticism, but I don't how to react to it.

I could go on but I mustn't.

I characterize myself as an oxymoron. I don't completely know who I am or who I want to be, but I have a slight idea. I don't like talking about nothingness like this! D: It drives me nuts, but, lately, I haven't done anything spectacular. My life has been more dull than usual.

-.- A dislike button goes to the comment, "Are you high?" -.-

Today my friend Nelida, from Germany, left home at 3 am. It was sad to see her go. Her friendship was a once in a lifetime chance and I am glad to have experienced it for a few weeks. Good-bye Nelida :) It has been an honor.

A Lemon Tree has messaged you.

A few days ago, George, Hugo, and I were speaking with our instructor about South Park which later led to speaking about religion. The conversation ended with a comment sort of like this," There will always be war-religion or not." (About the hyphen, I don't know how to use hyphens so I took a wild guess.) It seems as though The Beatles' efforts were in vain. It is sad to see that that comment is probably true. It's okay if people want to fight. As long as some people believe in the pen and not the sword, the world is safe.

"Pick up your shoes from the living room!"

Everybody has something in common. You want to know what that is? Everybody blinks. :)