Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

Well, if I felt like I could go to sleep tonight I would probably stop blogging right now, roll over, and sleep soundly. For some reason...I'm awake.

There have been recent complaints that I have not been blogging. I'm just doing some catching up. I'm glad that my thoughts seem to be in such high demand for my reading population of three. I hope when I die my writings are esteemed even higher than they are now. It seems to go that way doesn't it. People don't know what they are missing until it is gone. I'd like for people to know what they have right now in me before I'm gone. If you have something to say about how great I am, please don't leave it on my MySpace page after I'm gone. Just tell me now so that you won't look back and regret that you never said that to me.

It's so strange to me. There were two boys killed over Thanksgiving break this year from my school. I didn't know them personally, but I sometimes do strange things like look at their MySpace page to read something about them and try and figure out the real story...not just the one the media puts out there. So one of the boys who was pulled over for drunk driving, punched a cop, and then drove his car off of a cliff and died...this girl gets on there...it looks like his girlfriend, although I'm not so sure it was his girlfriend BEFORE he died. Strange. She leaves a few comments about how sad it is and then she leaves this long freaking comment about how she misses his breath on her neck and how she is in love with him and blah blah blah. Why don't these people think of saying this stuff when the people they love are actually alive? I don't get it. Why not take the risk? I'm not afraid to tell people that I love them. I'm also not afraid to tell people that they are stupid. They both come naturally for me. I'm just honest like that I suppose. I'd have to say that there is probably no one on my list of MySpace friends that should the event occur that they would die, I would have to go on there and admit feelings for them that I never told them before. My friends know that I love them. I don't play stupid girl games. Whatever crazy girl. You should have told the foolio when he was still alive. Why wait? I think I say that a lot. It's just always true. Why wait to tell someone that? Why wait to ask the coffee girl out? (You know who you are ;) I caught up on some reading tonight) What do we really have to lose? Not much. Maybe a moment of embarrassment or loss of comfort. Who cares?

BoySmile: You will make me smile forever. I'm excited about that. I'm sure Clay Aiken would like to write a song about that cheesiness. Tell me you love me. =D
Mule: Your wakeboarding talents from 10 years ago will never fade from my memory. One-handed back flips with an injured shoulder...amazing. I like your humor. That and the drive to finish a marathon...on top of being sick...much respect.
SmarteePantz: I like you. You're fun and full of life. When I get some money I'm going to come see you in Hawaii. It's nice to have a friend who lives in paradise. I'll return the favor and you can visit me in Texas...the opposite of paradise.

So to my Three readers..BoySmile, Mule, and Smarteepantz...I love you guys. Here's a virtual alive hug versus the dead ones that people leave because they never said it when the person was alive. I'm glad you three are my faithful readers. I'm glad that I have in one way or another met you and seen the good qualities you have.

Does anyone need a tissue now?