Hey Y'all. Oh Nevermind. Just keep walkin'. I knew you would. Why won't you listen??!!?

I know, people who put lyrics up really should not expect anyone to read them. If it's not original to me, so I understand if you scroll right down, but I love these words. They describe how I feel. Except for that whole broken heart part.

I'm Not Surprised
Not Everything Lasts
I've Broken My Heart So Many Times,
I Stop Keeping Track.
Talk Myself In
I Talk Myself Out
I Get All Worked Up
And Then I Let Myself Down.

I Tried So Very Hard Not To Loose It
I Came Up With A Million Excuses
I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility

And I Know Someday That It'll All Turn Out
You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

Mmmmm ....

I Might Have To Wait
I'll Never Give Up
I Guess It's Half Timing
And The Other Half's Luck
Wherever You Are
Whenever It's Right
You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life

And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Possibility

Mmmmm ......

And Somehow I Know That It Will All Turn Out
And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

They Say All's Fair
And In Love And War
But I Won't Need To Fight It
We'll Get It Right
And We'll Be United

And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Being In Your Life Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility

Mmmm .....

And Someday I Know It'll All Turn Out
And I'll Work To Work It Out
Promise You Kid I'll Give More Than I Get
Than I Get Than I Get Than I Get

Oh You Know It'll All Turn Out
And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid To Give So Much More Than I Get
Yeah I Just Haven't Met You Yet

I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Oh Promise You Kid
To Give So Much More Than I Get

I Said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love .....
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Love Love Love .....
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

There is a pot of coffee with 6 hot cups of coffee in it. No one else is partaking, so I feel the need to drink all. Cup 2 = half way down.

I hear Christmas candy being made. It sounds yummy.

I was told that I was weekend sister, apparently I am driving some people to crazy town, sad.

I have some blue hair, and this makes my mother sad all day. In fact, she is afraid I may never get married. Sometimes I have that fear. I try and push it away. I would be a good cat lady, I won't lie. I would be very true the stereotype. However, I feel such foolish fears are too plentiful in other people already, so why should I bother over them. That's right, I shouldn't.

Sometimes I skip words when I type. I think that my brain moves faster than my hands, and I get excited and just skip words. I remind myself of a hamster. bleh.

I really never want to go back to college. So why am I attempting for this whole "teacher" thing. Well, on all of the papers I have written, I have said that I love literature and writing, so I would love to teach it. But would I? I think that parts of it, yes I would. But grammar? No. As anyone who frequently reads this blog may know, I am not a fan of proper punctuation. It is just a hassle. I like punctuation, just not proper punctuation ALL of the time, understand? So I may fail as a high school teacher, but we will see.