Tomorrow is a new day.

Tomorrow is the first day of 2009.
Today is the last day of 2008.
Is it bittersweet?
Not at all.
More so exciting.
Thrilling.
Cause everyone knows this world needs a change.
With a new year, a new day, change will come.
For better, or for worse?
Well thats not my call.

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Wristcutters:A Love Story^^^^Any one who has seen this movie, what did you think about it?I'm tempted to go watch it but I'm still caught up on this movie:The Tracy Fragmentshmm it was really strangely good. I think I might just have a very strange taste in movies, and some arts haha maybe its not strange at all maybe its just perfectly normal..........Maybe its everyone else who isn't normal.My names emily, i know who I am and I'm happy with it,, so if you know of any underground/indie, and just plain amazing movies you think I should know about definitely comment this post<3 kthanksOh and please don't tell em about Across The Universe, I've seen it 18 times already. I write for a music magazine, I love music hmm but I think I want to meet a movie critic. We would get along so greatly, except not at all, and that would be the good thing. Intriuge conversation, and you have me eating out of the palm of your hand, although its hard to hold my attention longer then a couple of seconds of topics of conversations...hmm lots of of's here. When it comes to attention at a topic of interest in each other that only lasts about a week. I get bored and I'll stop being your friend. I'll leave you out in the cold crying because I know that I'm not going to help you. I'll just leave you there. It tottaly does seem fair! I'm really really sick of people not taking me seriously.Cause seriously, I my thoughts are electric currents keeping me on standbye, shouting me off from the rest of the world. I'm sick of people asuming that I'm only silly, and assuming my emotions never get deep, and all I do is giggle and smile. Yeah. All my secerts stay hidden behind them, and I really don't care about anyone knowing about them anymore. Its typical to keep secerts secerts...Why do we talk about the things we hate the most?Why do we think about the things we love so much?Why do we choose not to believe the negitive, the truth, over the postive, the lies.Why do we, as a human race turn our backs when we see someone in need of shelter, in need of a hand to hold, and a shoulder to cry on. My nights turn to vents, and times to blog when I start on one topic of chatter i tend to find myself rambling on and on about nothing important anyways.The reason, its all written is neverto be read but to be expressed.Now if you find yourself reading all the way to hear, then I don't understand why I caught your attention, maybe its the fact that you never would have expected me to say this. You expected me to have much to say though, I'm always talking, talking, talking, never making any sense. My thoughts move so fast its hard for my lips and my fingers to keep up. Its a scary fact when I realize I think that you are all horrible but I'm not sure how to explain it to you. You being a human race, once again. I'm not singling anyone out so dont freak the fuck out, once again. It seems like everytime I find myself writing and writing just to write, someone finds something shitty to say. Idon't write these things to please people, I write these things to get my points across.