What is the point of leaving a message if the message is completely incomprehensible.  I have so far received 2 very incomprehensible messages.  They were both about 2 minutes long and I could not discern a single word from either of them.  I got the feeling that the person leaving the message was extremely upset and hence could not be coherent, however, the individual failed miserably in getting what they wanted to say across.  Although my curiousity is piqued, pure stubborness will not allow me to just call to clarify the contents.  In other circumstances I might have saved the messages and asked others to help me decode them, but a part of me believes that what the individual wanted to say was for my ears only.  Something that may reveal too much to others about me if they were able to pick out what the message-leaver was saying.

Then there's another point I would like to make.  Although I do complain about some late night phone calls, if these calls just happened to stop, I think I would miss them.  I do dislike them at the moment of the call, but thinking back on it I feel it also somewhat comforts me.  I rarely pick up or return the call, but just the fact that I was called tells me that someone was thinking of me and even though I'd like to deny it, it warms my heart.

Hmmm.... today's a good day.  What does that mean tho?

Am I a naturally happy person with occassional bad days or am I a naturally gloomy person that pretends to be happy in order to conform to society?  Currently I feel like the former however I can honestly say that 2 days ago I most definitely felt like the latter. 

I feel light-hearted and I want to skip and sing around the house.  I think the music is seeping into me and filling up all the holes.  However I am getting slightly bored.  Time to search for something else to do.

I miss the ocean.  I realized that I love watching the ocean.  I could look at it for hours and never get tired of it.  I can drown myself in it without actually getting wet.  Silly isn't it but it is most definitely true.  I thought I was a sky person.  I thought I loved the sky.  I wanted to be a bird so I could fly in the sky.  Now I don't know.  The ocean is so different.  It is so dark.  Hides so many secrets.  Mysterious.  Brings out the curiousity in me.  I want to go deeper and learn more about it.  It intrigues me.  Challenges me.  The sky is open for all to see.  Nothing hidden.  Just open sky.  True, it occasionally has its mood swings where it pours out its grief on all the world, but for the most part it is open and inviting.  The sky invites all to look at it and observe it while the ocean would swallow up anyone that got too close to it.  Maybe its the thrill of danger that attracts me.  Before I wanted safety and security.  Now I don't know.  I've become reckless.  Becoming bolder.  Little bit by little bit.