you and me
we are like the coasts
the sun rising in the east
and setting in the west
on opposite sides of Japan
the land not too wide
but far too wide to cross
so we insist on
gulping up the spaces
between our heads
and our hearts
and here we lay
in separate beds
with separate minds
that never meet
trying to decide the difference
between what we want
and what we need
whats worth risking happiness for
and whats worth risking
a miserable reality

we were meant
for so much more
this love that hasn’t died
just never given a chance to grow
and i won’t give up
no i won’t give up if we,
if we can just go home

I love my family to death, but one good thing they’re good at it bitching. Now, I know I said ‘they’re’ like I’m not included, and well… that’s because I’m not. Although if anything I think it’s because I’ve grown up with them doing it so much I try to teach myself not to. Because it just upsets me.

My dad is the type of person who loves to laugh, but he also loves to complain about anything he can get ahold of. Today me and him were in the car on the way back from getting dinner, and there was a guy in front of us who was going maybe 5 miles under the speed limit, not to mention we were approaching a red light. Now, in my mind, I’m thinking: The sun is going down, the wind is blowing, and I don’t really care. — Inside my dad’s head (I know this cause this is what he said) it’s something more like: Why is this guy going so slow? What the hell is he doing? Damn Jerk.

For going FIVE miles under the speed limit.

Of course, when I point this out, his defense is ‘you just like to argue about everything, and I’m always wrong, and you’re always right’ — which other then the obvious - YES, I do like to argue — is absurd — because since WHEN is someone going slightly under the speed limit upsetting? It’s not like he was hurting anyone, no one was dying, we weren’t in a hurry. But he got so bent out of shape about it for absolutely no reason, and I had the balls to say something about it.

My dad is also the type of person that will love you - until you have the guts to stand up to him. This does NOT exclude his children. And that’s sad. I love my dad, he’s my dad, but if you asked me if I loved him because he was a good person, or a reasonable person, or if he treated people reasonably - and how they should be treated… I’m saddened by what my answer would have to be.

Adriana heard the fan kick up on my computer, and stuck her hand next to the vent..

Me: That’s the fan.
Adriana: Really?
Me: Yeah, it has a fan to cool it down, if it didn’t have one, the computer would get hot and get cranky…
Adriana: Does it scream?
Me: Yeah it does.
Adriana: REALLY? I can’t believe that, that it screams. *pauses for a minute* That’s so crazy.