With a dream and my cardigan

Egypt Summer 2011: Deadline, iA.

I'm not just excited to see my blood again, or live youth full blown, or spend the night with my sisters called cousins. I'm excited to be everything I want to be (from this point).

Egypt 2011 is my deadline to not live vicariously anymore, to say what's on my mind, to learn what I want to learn, get some life lessons along the way, and just be really content with everything. of course there're bumps, and of course I won't be EVERYTHING i ever want to be by that time, but i'll think of it as a checkpoint of going into the right direction. Who knows? Looking back 3 years I think I'd be content with the way things are working out, going into the right directions. There's some kinks to work out, and maybe I should fastforward, but I cannot wait to be content! Just at peace. Ah, I can just tasttee it.

The book I'm reading, "Getting What You Want: The 7 Principles to Rational LIving" explains that when you're able to visualize something and do anything you can to make that visualization a reality, it'll probably come true. How sweet the sound.

GET IT, GET IT.

Yelling Required.

I wish I was as fearless, loud, and blunt as this woman:

Meet me on the equinox, meet me halfway.

I wish I was a lyrical genius. Or could meet one.

Reading past blogs gives me the chillsss, angers me, makes me smirk, go into blank dazes of reminiscence, and overall irks me. Don't know if the words are just very appropriate or the feelings are still bottled up, refusing to be silenced.

"Of course this is in your head, [Jasmine], but why on earth would that mean that it is not real?"