Song: Strange Band: Built to Spill

This strange...
How much more can i take
this strange day is almost over
just started to get sick of it

So just got out of a bitch of a test... my hand is all cramped. And i know i wrote a C grade paper. So if i'm angry when i get it back you will all know it's because i actually got this C on this paper.

Anyways i had a realization when i was sitting in bed last night, a waiting sleep... I was thinking about love. This was not because of the thought that 'i'm in love' but the fact that it exists. The strange thing is that no one really says that what you are feeling is called love... you just assume that this pit in your stomach is love. The thing that is messing with my head is... if no one has told you exactly what love is how can so many people have this emotion and use the same term for it, but with everyone it means something different. Yet you assume that when someone says 'I love you' it's taken as the same definition as you have. yet everyone looks at love through different eyes. I can say that i love walking in the snow, because i do it makes me feel happy inside. But i could also say that 'i'm falling in love with someones' is two different things. I wish language was not so complicated.