Why do girls feel that it's okay to dress with fishnets and impossibly high heels ONLY on halloween? What makes this one day so special? Is it to satisfy the possibility that we can escape reality for the moment and live in a different world? I'm sure there's a reason why Halloween makes so much money off of costumes that look like they're two pieces of tiny fabric sewn together costing a small fortune.

Btw, I've already decided what I want to be. Have you?

So some people have pointed out to me how "emo" my xanga entries are...and in my defense, I only write creatively when under stress or feeling rocky.

Here's the change: I'm going to start blogging about being happy. I just entered my mid quarter life crisis and need a happy spot so I don't go crazy trying to find every answer to the world of possibilities.

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I've hit a writer's block as I'm trying to finish my 7 page paper. I managed to pull out one paragraph besides the intro I wrote a week earlier and now sitting here in Tapex watching Janice Dickinson's documentary on her terribly sad yet glamourous life.

Today's been a shocker. I don't even know how my final went because I was so tired taking it that I fell asleep a few times and woke up to find my answer sheet half filled. I definitely didn't do well in lab now that I got my practical back, but I sort of expected it. Fate plays dirty tricks and false hope does no better. I keep on thinking that maybe this just isn't meant to be. But then I've always believed in making my own way through life. It just seems like every obstacle takes me twice to three times the amount of energy to get over than other people's misery. Sometimes it doesn't seem fair because I know I work hard, yet I don't get results period. It is quite depressing to realize that maybe you just don't have the talent for something you're interested in. Does this mean I should give up and pursue another? The prospect of starting over terrifies me like a child's fear of the darkness. Where do I belong in this world? As a dentist? As an artist? As a nobody? I need something to direct me. Right now I'm blindly running and hoping to catch up with the bus that I hope to ride on one day. When is that day? When is everything going to be certain?

Now I'm left witih 5 minutes before this place closes and still a good half of my essay to write. Motivation'll be helpful around now. Maybe a haircut will help....

THANKS FOR ALL THE INPUTS. I'll post a picture of what it'll look like after I get it cut. short. straight :)