Though sour grapes will turn to wine...

Step by step these small, blue circles erase the lines in the sky.

I've gotten the best shuffle on my iPod the past couple hours. I feel like it sometimes reads my mind.

I think I'm officially making the transition. Maybe. Just maybe. I hope it pans out, and I hope to be panning out in the next couple months. But if dreams do come true, I never want to host the Academy Awards. I was kind of ashamed for Hugh Jackman and other presenters by the scripts they were given.

Your BA is BS if you're not doing what you love.

I changed my mind about psychology. I'm really starting to like it.

I'm starting to forget something I thought I would always remember. But I've never felt better. And I've got a handful of meaningful connections that make my world exactly what it is, and everything I've ever known.

I'd love to elaborate, but it's just not who I am.

Until the next time I find a dozen random sentences to write, take care.