"How does it go?"

Oh god, I don't know!

It goes VROOM, it goes POW, it goes here it, it goes there,  on a bus or a train, on a car, or a plane, but who knew that how it all goes could determine the rest of your LIFE!!!

I guess it takes even the smallest of questions to answer the big ones.

If you really take time to sit there and argue with yourself for a while, you could end up thinking about the way cheese melts on a quesadilla.

Sometimes, like when IT "hits" you, or when the light bulb comes on, you sit back and smirk at your genius  idea.(Well, you would hope others agree.)

You feel like you can't tell anyone, because they'll hate it, but then again, they might love it, so let's hope this one is a crowd pleaser if you know what I mean

In case this was too cryptic or something (not that I am undermining anyone's intelligence) I have thought about this application (sorry this might sound sort of "diary-like") and have finally decided on what to answer with . . . but I would never give it away here (DUH!)

Feeling like a Poet . . .and "I'm Sittin' on a Rainbow"

You have friends
They come and they go
Sometimes they fade
Sometimes they grow

You can never tell what is in store (Unless you go to a fortune teller or something)
But honstly, it probably won't be a bore
Be like Frank
With the world on a string
And grab yourself a drank ( drink)

When IT "hits" YOU

So you know when you sit there and you're thinking of ALL the crazy things you have to do, you then have the moment of, "What the hell is all of this for?" or "Damn it, I forgot to get milk yesterday" (because you only realize you need Milk when you don't have any), well yea that IT hits you moment keeps happening . . .

Over the course of the past few weeks I have been reading a french novel titled "The Elegance of The Hedgehog" ( Man, I'm sure you are sitting there thinking 1.) WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD ANYONE WANT TO READ A FRENCH NOVEL ABOUT NASTY CRITTERS or 2.) WHAT AN INTELLECTUAL AND CULTURALLY DIVERSE STUDENT)
Well, go ahead with option one, because while I might pride myself in taking interest in other cultures I am solely forced to read the never ending nonsense of french words that do not seem to exist in any dictionary for advanced french two. . .  thrilling, I know. . .

And there you go- If you haven't before you have just experienced one of those moments where you sit there and think, "Now, what the hell is this about?"

My replacement Dog

Sad news, but my dog Lucky died a few weeks ago, and coming home for Thanksgiving made me realize how much I miss the fat thing!
All he did was lay in the back yard by the little fountain and sleep, but the moment I go to open the back door, no one is there!
So here's to the replacement dog, the one who takes his place  during this vacation.

Everyone meet Rocky!

This is my best friend's dog who will serve to fill my dog void while I visit the wonderful town of El Paso, Texas (yuck I know, now that's a post I can save for later).

The truth is, you never want to be the person who runs to the pet store two weeks after the dog dies, now that's just rude.  So I decided to be the person who will steal my best friend's dog for the night, we'll see how it goes . . .

Unknown Songs. . .

I love to listen to songs that have yet to make it to the radio.
They are not played a million times a day, no one plays them at parties over and over, and best of all, it's like my little secret!
You feel like the coolest person ever showing off your secret song to people.
Let's hope this one doesn't make it to the radio anytime soon.
You know how it goes, it starts playing, and then YOU END UP HATING IT!