Let's not be hung up anymore.

Let's focus on what we have.

Let's focus on the wonderfulness that we've found in the most unexpected place.

Let's not worry about the future.

Let's not dwell on what we don't have.

...Let's forget that our friends are telling us we're making the worst decision of our lives.

...Let's forget that he lives so far away.

...Let's forget the feeling of unfulfillment.

...Let's forget how we get off the phone and instantly go out and seek more.

...Let's forget that so many things could go wrong. 

Let's stop hurting ourselves.

Let's stop expecting what we know, know, know is not gonna happen.

Let's stop being human and stop wishing for what we don't have.

Let's stop wishing we looked like everyone else just so everyone else would look at us.

Let's realize that we would never be content with being ordinary.

Let's relax about the things we can't control.

Let's stop wondering what they're thinking all the time.

Let's not set ourselves up for disappointment. 

Let's make some decisions.

Let's get some ambition. 

It could be so easy. 

I found out this week that I am an elitist, and, in a smaller, more private way, an egoist.  My friend said it had something to do with orchestra, but I'm pretty sure that was fallacious.

Delicious-licious (01) was right...Oscar Wilde is incredibly funny!  Too bad I'm pretty sure I could never be myself around him...'Licious, not Oscar Wilde.  It's alright, though.  I've got something waiting for me, I hope.  It's just funny that I'm actually interested in someone my own age.

On a brighter note, death by atom smasher only takes about .2 seconds.

I forgot to talk about this earlier!  This is actually very interesting:

So on Thursday and Friday at cross country, Hannah and Emmy decided to predict everyone's future.  Most everyone's followed the American fairytaleideal: married, two kids, excellent jobs, comfortable living in the suburbs.  Mine was the only one that did not (with the probable exception of Christa's, but she was well on her way) follow this pattern.  So some years from now, I live in a semi-nice apartment in the city.  I'm not married, but dating a "dark and mysterious" guy "at least five years older" than me.  I work as a bartender and sometimes play as a street musician for kicks (I think these were both side jobs.  I seem to recall having a real job.  I just don't remember what it was).  I have a strange-looking chihuahua (in this universe, everyone must have a dog, apparently) who is my best friend.  My apartment serves as a haven for stray kitties.  My hair color changes every week.

 I just think it was funny...mine was so obviously and drastically different from everyone else's.  Everyone was prego and/or had kids already.  They were very family-oriented and had loving husbands.  Many people were doctors.

I've been up far too late.  I meant to go to bed long ago...I've got a considerable amount of homework that I'm behind on, though.  This fact kind of worries me.  However, cross country is over as of this past Saturday. I plan on working tomorrow.

I need to be a leader.