Give your heart then change your mind
You're allowed to do it
'Cause God knows it's been done to you
And somehow you got through it

Alive in the age of worry
Rage in the age of worry
Sing out in the age of worry
And say, "Worry, why should I care?"

Semiconscious

Playlist alert. I promise you'll like it. Now go knock yourself out. Tell me what you think.

Semiconscious

1. I Need Some Sleep/Eels (Once upon a time, this song does not exist on Youtube. Find it yourself)
2. Edge of Desire/John Mayer
3. Wild Horses/Natasha Bedingfield
4. Superman (It's Not Easy)/Five For Fighting
5. Everything/Lifehouse
6. Dear John/Taylor Swift
7. The Poison/All American Rejects
8. Naked As We Came/Iron & Wine
9. Crash Into Me/Dave Matthews Band
10. Little House/Amanda Seyfried
11. Turning Tables/Adele
12. Bottom of the Ocean/Miley Cyrus
13. A Beautiful Mess/Jason Mraz
14. Beautiful Disaster (Live)/Kelly Clarkson
15. Not Like the Movies/Katy Perry

Ya know? Like that not asleep, not awake mood?

The world is filled with
The lives of people who try to define
The lines that find you
Can anyone save you?

Go down the hall
Drink from the bottle
And never go home
No one's to blame
We're always the same

The truth is never far away
You always give yourself away
Through open eyes a slide of him
Won't you reveal to me?
Reveal to me

The Heart of Life Is Good

Whoever doesn't like John Mayer needs to get out.

Seriously, that man is genius. I knew some of his songs growing up, but it wasn't until the summer before my junior year that I started listening to a giant, "John Mayer" playlist on my iPod that I had ignored for too long.

I became obsessed in June and could not stop listening to him. So good. That summer, he was also conveniently coming to town. Natalie and I went and it cemented my obsession into me thinking I'm a close confidante he's never met.

Honestly, if you can't appreciate him in some way, we just can't be friends. At the same time, I'm secretly fiercely protective of who's allowed to listen to him. Like a really confused hipster.

Also, he's the #1 listened to artist on my iPod in case anyone cares.

Basically what I'm getting at:
Don't you dare call John a douche, insult his music, or really anything about him while I'm around. Seriously, just keep it quiet. I'll defend that man, probably too aggressively, until I die, I guess.

Looking to get into his music? Try these ten songs, in no particular order. In no way are these his ten best, but for today, they sound great to me.

1. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
2. Stop This Train
3. In Repair
4. The Heart of Life
5. Victoria
6. Comfortable
7. Why Georgia
8. Bigger Than My Body
9. The Age of Worry
10. A Face to Call Home

Wow. That was hard. I feel like I just flew away in a helicopter while 100 starving orphans watched me leave.

Also, remember how I'm going to Montana on an LDS mission? Well, I am. John lives in Montana.

Assume the rest.

I WORSHIP JOHN MAYER. IN A SLIGHTLY CREEPY WAY.

"I believe that my life's gonna see the love i give returned to me."

And Then I Remembered

About to lose my breathe,
There's no more fighting left,
Sinking to rise no more,
Searching for that open door.

And every road that I've taken
Lead to my regret.
And I don't know if I'm going to make it.
Nothing to do but lift my head

I look to you.
I look to you.
After all my strength is gone,
In you I can be strong
I look to you.
I look to you.
And when melodies are gone,
In you I hear a song.
I look to you.

Suddenly_Sinking

Why do I feel like this? "askdflpawoeifuvx;ckvxma,w;eflsidrjfea;selkfvudcio"

Building things up to break it back down again. Because that's what I'm good at these days. Days. Counting the days, because they really mean people, and that's what I'll miss the most. People that call me for a change. People that need Arby's on a Tuesday night. People that don't text back but you'll be waiting for them when they remember who their real friends are.

And nights. If the days get shorter, then the nights get longer. Getting cases of those late night tweets, and thinking of what movie to start at one a.m., and who you wish you were watching it with.

And who really loves me? Cause I can tell who does. And I love them back just as much.

And words. Holy crap the words. Trying to find some sort of outlet for all the words in my head and panicking when the wrong ones come out.

Basically I can be summed up as, "As for me I wish that I was anywhere, with anyone, making out"

I might delete this in the morning. Might not.

Don't let me get me.

"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."