Nothing's Gonna Blow Me Away

I keep dreaming of tornados. I actually keep dreaming of very destructive things in general. Tornados, yes... as well as bombs. I could google the meanings behind dreams with such negativity, but why absorb information that could only potentially make me more stressed than I already am? Here's a better question: Why do I complain so fucking much? I'm already halfway through June and what have I accomplished so far this Summer? Uh, I have made a couple extra bucks and straightened up my room a few times. What happens to these ideas and goals I always talk about? I'm starting to think of myself as a big phony. YOU'RE A BIG PHONY VINCE, YA PHONY. Lolerz.

On a more sane side note:

I have made the realization that Andrew McMahon is my hero. What a talent. Seriously. He is one of the truest expressions of an artist that I have ever witnessed. You can see the love he shows for the world through his music. It is absolutely stunning.

Okay back to my insanity:

I feel like by trying to gain more of an identity, I'm losing what I already have. But really, what a load of mumbo jumbo. I can't even get any more thoughts out of my head. I can't separate one idea from the next right now. Today at work twin 2 year olds spent 20 minutes stepping up and down from a concrete block. The happiness from that simplicity is what I yearn for. I REALLY have to start making more attempts to do this simplifying thing. I'm just gonna say a prayer, and take some steps. One foot in front of the other, right?

I close my eyes. Thought I was lost but I was stranded

I go outside. To my surprise the sky had landed.

I thought it made more sense, if I could only keep you guessing.

-Andrew McMahon