Excerpt from “The Three Keys to Self-Empowerment”:
“Don’t be a dog-man that urinates on people’s hopes and dreams.”

Duly noted, Stuart Wilde.

I just spent 10 minutes in the bathroom pawing at my face and doing breathing exercises.
Never. Eating. Veggie Burgers. AGAIN.

Every time I come back to this blog, I feel as if I’ve just spring-cleaned-out my life.
I picked up a book about metaphysics this afternoon, and the first 5 pages changed my entire day.

….I really hope I don’t turn into a hippie.

Have you ever been so excited that you can feel your pulse beating in the pit of your stomach?

It’s like I’m pregnant with an adrenaline baby that keeps punching the wall of my abdomen.

I’m seriously so excited for my summer study trip that I can’t contain myself.
I mean I can…but I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust at any moment.

Every time I see a photo of one of those super-narrow, European, cobble-stone streets, I get a little bit weepy and nauseous.

And then I read about shopping in Prague, and I get excited.

And then I read horror stories about pickpockets and mean taxi drivers, and I get anxious.

I want to throw up.
But I don’t.
But I do.
But I can’t.
But I need to.
But nothing comes.

“I want you to grow into thinking that I’m the most beautiful creature, not lust after me at first sight.”

Thank you, night owl.

There are some songs constructed with melody waves that shock my brain with epileptic fits of happiness, sadness, and nostalgia. Some songs that send chills down my spine, and make me want to burst into tears with every single note. This is one of them.