Thoughts of a Violinist Giraffe

I met the cutest girl today; from her height to her smile she makes me say "you're so cute, can I keep you please?" Her voice makes me go crazy, her laughs are like lovely bells - the way she looks at me makes my thoughts stop dead on its trail. Now I'm trying too hard to rhyme; just thinking of her feels like a crime - She's a criminal, she stole my heart - so this is what "love at first sight" is like... my mind is falling apart - she makes me short-circuit; I don't know if I can <...> if I can take it. Did you know I met the cutest girl today... ~ 09-12-10 The poem is self-explanatory. I'm sure some of you have felt like this before... 

             Discourse Attraction can’t be explained. Her hair, her eyes, or lips - or the way her voice skips like a child full of smiles all over. One glance, maybe two and you’ve sealed the deal in your mind. Nothing stops you, nothing tells you to drop it as simple coincidence in                 the presence of life. Light in your eyes only show                           when you know what to do, when you feel you’ve met your soul- mate. Attraction requires nothing more than a look and a thought – just one look and you’ve bought into the idea of idealistic romance. Love – now that is something else.         It’s not so much on the self,           but on the someone else –...

Things are looking better than before but that doesn't mean they're better. Short entry today, can't think at the moment. Today shall be tomorrow which shall soon be yesterday as the days go by. So sly. Goodbye.

As of now, my refurbished HP Pavilion laptop failed me. It has shown me the blue screen of death. This is very bad. The only thing I can hope for is for a new computer. But I'm not rich, so that'll have to wait. Internet cafes it is then. Short entry today. Sorry everyone.

I am finding the search for "the one" to be increasingly tiresome. Sooner or later, I'll be finding myself saying to a random girl in my class, "want to go out for a cup of coffee?" And no, I do not mean that  kind of coffee. You sick, perverted souls. I've become so used to rejection and no reciprocation in the realm of romance that I expect almost nothing from girls anymore. But is it their fault, or does the fault lie with me? Considering how I never seem to do any formal "Want to go out" question to any girl upon whom I become even slightly  interested in, the fault may very well fall upon me. The question is, should I come on strong at the beginning by asking that question? Or should I do what I've always done - observe? Well... I've done the latter and it's given me no results. I think it's time I go for the more blunt approach. If I get rejected, hey, no loss. If my invitation is accepted then good for me. I remember a ve...

The interaction between men and women is a complicated one. A long time ago, when we were once children, boys were "icky" and girls had "cooties". Boys and girls would treat each other as aliens from another planet. But in a good kind of way. Sometimes they'd play together, sometimes they'd stick to their own gender. Other times, they pick on each other. When they got older though, things weren't so simple. The girl you accidentally hit "in the chest" blushes and calls you a pervert while you realize what you've done (thanks Pop Culture!). Girls and boys who see a "couple" start singing "___ and ___ sitting on a tree, K I S S I N G - first comes love, second comes marriage, third comes a baby in a baby carriage! That's not all, that's not all - papa's out drinking alcohol!" I still don't understand how we knew about alcohol at such a young age - oh right, Pop Culture. By the time we are in the 5th Gra...

Seeing how I'm nearing that age where I am officially considered an adult in the eyes of Society, I figured I might write out my thoughts on my current  age: that mysterious age of being Twenty. When I turned Twenty years of age about eleven months or so ago, I found that I was still not viewed as an adult, but seen no longer as a child or teenager. Then again, most people thought I acted far above my usual age when I was in my very late 'teens. Others have contradicted this by stating that I have acted years below my actual age. I willingly believe that both accounts are true - human beings are paradoxical creatures after all. As the months went by, I found myself growing in ways I didn't realize right away, but in retrospect, was clear as day. I found myself more calm, more willing to let go of things that are out of my control. I found myself even more capable of sociability and breaking away even more from my shell. I probably won't get rid of my tendency to let...