Its th little things 5/30/13 in My Ups and Downs Recorded.

  • Oct. 28, 2013, 7:23 a.m.
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Its the Little Things Thursday, May 30, 2013

I waste a lot of time doing basically nothing. Thanks to various youtube channels I have a lot of useless information. I want to write but I get distracted too easily. Perhaps I am just giving myself excuses. Procrastination.

I suppose it takes good self control. A good will to go after something that literally nobody is pushing you towards. To achieve my goals. My mother made me ambitious.

There is a song playing that will not end for 1000 years. Its called longplayer. Google it if you must. Very strange. Makes you think a bit.

I love writing but I always feel tired as I write.

I have always been worried about Appendicitis for some reason. Every time I feel a pain in my appendix area I immediately think towards it. If the theory of attraction has any sort of credibility I will eventually get it. I sort of believe in the theory of attraction. Just my opinion.

I will hopefully see Bryce tomorrow finally. I feel like I should have seen him by now but work and junk sort of didn't work out. But I will see plenty of him in my life so I am okay.

I want Taco Bell. Crappy/fast foods are really addicting. But I can still do 50 straight push-ups with decent form. I am pretty proud of it.

I watched a video saying that people from ages 15 -30 are most nostalgic.. They say its because during those ages is where most of what you do- the decisions you make- shapes a lot of your life. When you are older these are the ages you reflect most on.

So there is a scientific reason why I am an over sentimental nut. Although to be honest not of late.. hmmm. I don't take alot of "studies" to heart.

I am tired of worrying about whats "corny" or "cheesy". I am gonna like what I like.

I didn't immediately write down my dream when I woke up this morning. I was mad at myself. More annoyed.

Its the little things.


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