Today I feel like...Seperate Ways by Journey.

Last night, I learned once again that making declarations and then establishing set consequences for breaking my word is a bad idea. I really don't understand why I make so many declarations.
I had to change my title, it was just so desperate but in an unintentional way which makes it even worse. Also, I do most of my postings at the  school library.
I love classic rock love songs. Why? Intensity. That's how I want to love, only sometimes. Like the blitzed, raging, drug-induced haze relationships teenagers shared in the 80s. Where all anyone knew is love, drugs and rock n' roll. Screaming "I WOULD DIE FOR YOU JOHNNY ANGEL!!!" I don't know who Johnny Angel is, but it sounded very 80s. Love nowadays is very tame, well maybe it just seems tamed because I'm heading into an age when nothing is overwhelmed by the id. Of course, my control over it slips more than it does for most.
Sometimes when I need to release, gas is cheap(er) and its a summer night, I go racing down LSD with Thunderstruck blasting, that or Kashmir. Just any classic rock song playing on the Drive. I haven't done that sort of night cruise since high school. I'm missing it especially today, possibly because I'm full emotion from PMSing. Honestly, complete rollercoaster. I'm ecstatic about the color of a pen at one moment, tearing up over people shaking hands, depressed about always being in love (alone) and then vehement on issues I haven't the slightest clue on.
Anyway my diet so far is only doing sub par, I plan to intensify my exercise routine soon, I'm just afraid of the return of my rice patty worker calves. I can say that, by the way (or at least I think I can) because I'm asian. It's tough actually, liking all the things that I do, sometimes I think I might have been better off being born as a man destined to be in a rag tag group of biker gangs. I also thought "flare" was still common adjective being used so what do I know, right? Apparently now it's swag...sounds much cooler than flare. But who knows, there was one point within this century when people found jeans that ended right above our pubic hair live was attractive. We just call that trashy now. Do you recall the fashion statements of 2007? What was that?! It's amazing how much has changed since 2001, fashion, technology trends, food trends, academic expectations, etc.
The more I think about it, the more I realize my life seems to be compose of unintentional mishaps. Like right now, I peeped over the partition of the individual study cubbies in the library and accidentally made eye contact with the creepiest guy here. Long, greasy hair gathered in a low ponytail, with a smile that's just a little too toothy, I would never consider giving this man a chance. This leads me to the next rant/outward contemplation of my own "deal breakers". Maybe it's actually easier to stick to what I like in men. I like hair, but I'm not adverse to bald (No balding, if you are balding, I don't want to see it in progress, just shave it all off), he can't be feminine, strong and silent (but not so silent, where people feel like they're pulling teeth with him all the time) type but with a hidden sensitive side, I would also prefer if he was reserved towards most people but me (I'm the jealous type) and it would be nice if he had a good sense of humor and outgoing but in that casual way. Kind of like Josh Hartnett but with a nerdier twist. It would also be super duper if he had a bit of the western (not southern) gentlemen in him. Minnesotan men or men like Adam from Bonanza! OH YEAHHHHHHH!  I'm going to say I should probably never read these entries again after a year, unless I wanted to suffer the embarrassment of fledgling, overwhelming Victorian dramatic flare, dripping with cliches rants of mine.