Make waves.

I've always been average at everything. My brain is neither left nor right side dominant. I'm pretty good at math, but I'm also pretty good at english. I'm pretty good at science, but I'm also pretty good at social. I've been told being able to use both sides of my brain would make me a good architect. I guess I like that idea.

I don't like destiny. I don't believe that everything I am ever going to do has been pre-decided by some godly, greater power. I don't believe it, and I can't believe it. What would be the point, if I did ? I think that people who believe in destiny don't work as hard as the rest of us. Because they think that they can't do anything to change their futures. Where is the motivation, if what and who you are going to be has already been decided ? I do believe a bit in fate though. And I know they are actually defined as essentially the same thing, if you look them up in the American Heritage Dictionary (Second College Edition, if you must know.) But in my mind I have turned them into two separate things. Destiny is your entire life being pre-determined. Fate is better. Fate leads to the occurrence of single events. Fate takes things one step at a time. For instance, I met this really cool girl at a time that was really convenient for both of us to meet each other. And it was a bit like fate brought us together. But nobody had planned from the moment of my birth that when I was in grade 11, she would be in my french class and make me laugh a lot and watch silly movies with me. It wasn't destiny at all. That wasn't a good example. But I'm not going to change it, cause I think she will be happy when she reads this and knows it's about her.

This blog was going to be a lot longer. I have a lot more things to say.

But it's really nice outside, and I haven't had a nap in the sun for quite a long time, so you're going to have to wait for the rest.

All or nothing.

Here and there. In and out. New and old. Thick and thin. Before and after. Lost and found. Give and take. Open and shut. Odd and even. Pre and post. Rise and fall. Push and pull.

Me and you.

I could (a lot).

You are all good, and I'm not good at all, and that makes me scared. I need to get you out of my system. Right ? Maybe not. Maybe you're good for me. Probably, actually. But I'm not good for you. Definitely. Definitely wins over probably. You win over me.

( Mackenzie, des fois il faut laisser en arrière quelques choses de bien pour trouver quelque chose d'extraordinaire.

Je t'aime. )

J'ai peur que plus personne ne soit humain.

You said something about the stars.

I don't like that I told you the truth, and now you think you can't trust me. But I still like that I told you.

I don't know if I'm officially a part of the Q&A group going on here, but this question is cute, and even comes on a picture, so when I found it I figured it was worth posting. Have at 'er.

(But only if you want.)

(I like parentheses tonight.)

(I don't know if the period goes before or after the last bracket, grammatically speaking.)

Help me help you.

It scares me a bit when you two get together. You're both so full of love and so deserving of people who really care about you, but you're caught up in these vicious cycles of being used, and you help each other pretend that it doesn't hurt, that you don't care, but it can't keep going on. You both are more fragile than you can admit. You both care more than you can admit. You both are so much like me. But this is too far now. I need you to stop.

(So I can stop.)

• Dear headache, don't you know you aren't supposed to last 6 days ? Go away, I don't want another doctors visit.

• I learned how to make bullet points on a blog, it's awesome.

• I know the difference between multilatéralisme and internationalisme. Do you ?

You're still the only one that feels like home.

We all have some tears and fears and inconsistencies. I guess we all fall down, at some point.