Every time i think of you...

(...i always catch my breath)


They (whoever they may be...) say I need to just stop trying. To Relax. To enjoy life. To laugh and smile (a genuine smile), to have a little bit of faith, look elsewhere... It's time to stop worrying and dreaming of the impossible, time to explore new things.

Or so that's what they say...

Is there even a point to dreaming... when reality never seems to fit that standard. Life always seems to end up being a let down. Why must fiction and fantasizes always be so far off from the truth?

You'd think that those ideas had to have come from somewhere... but i guess the imagination can be a powerful thing...


~I want to hang on to something that won't breakaway or fall apart~

There is a Storm that's Raging through my Frozen Heart Tonight

You know you are from Canada when you can go for a 30 minute walk in the middle of a hockey game and not miss anything.
Every house i passed had the hockey game playing in their front room. And what a kind, neighbourly thing to do i must say, especially those who were thoughtful enough to leave their blinds open for the passer-bys.
Though, i believe it to be the fault of those paranoid people, who believe that we have peeping-Toms in our friendly, clean, safe town, who close their blinds at night that caused me to miss Pronger's hit which led to a possible suspension! *gasp*
Those Ducks are screwed... thank God for instant replay!


Is it unhealthy that I've done nothing overly strenuous all day, and yet i can barely keep my eyes open at 9:30...

All i want to do is sleep... for days.
Do not wake me unless you are prepared to face my wrath... or your name is Draco Malfoy *sigh*


~curse those with power~