Mia? Hmmm...maybe if I actually see Pulp Fiction it would make more sense...

You're known for starting trouble. But you play it cool. Besides, no one can resist your sharp eyes and quick wit. *They* eat from the palm of your hand. Though you have weaknesses, which may have deadly consequences, you, are resurrected, as if the gods themselves breathed immortality into you. Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.

HOORAH!!!!!!

Sousa made like... My week, I took the test that he linked to on his blog, and it made me so joyous. So I must spread this joy to others. Try the test, I'm lance (That's right... LANCE!)

Your inner child screams for cartoons and sugary cereals, but your adult tastes love the buzz of quality mind altering substances. Sooner or later, you're going to have to grow up, at least a bit. Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.

The Ghost of a Good Thing by Dashboard Confessional

I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same
Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame
Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said
“Love is like a role that we play.”

But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say

But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts

I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same
Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame
Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said
“Love is like a role that we play.”

But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say

But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts

Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this
No, they weren’t meant for this

Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this

Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away, away, away, away from you again

Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts...

Song of the Day:

Scars
by Papa Roach

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel...

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed 'cause you came around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause I channeled all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is...

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shoulda' never come around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand

Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel...

I hurt myself today...

No, I'm not going to write a song. I actually hurt myself, bad. We had a big championship meet, and all of my friends were there from other teams. I did something wrong, and the next thing I know I couldn't move my left arm and seering pain burned through me. It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

Because of this accident I'm not the fastest backstroker in the region anymore. I feel like I'm starting over, as the slow swimmer who people clap for coming in because he's so far behind everyone else.

I lost my event, my title, my time, but most importantly... my pride. People gave me crap about being the skinny kid or whatever, but it doesn't change the fact that people would come up against me and lose. I couldn't do a whole lot of things better than anyone else, but this was my niche, my sport, my PASSION. I left everything in the water and I got everything back.

But it's different now.

I don't know where I am supposed to be. If I'm not a swimmer then I suppose I'm an actor, but I was ALWAYS the athlete of the drama department, it's all that sets me apart from anyone else. And when it comes to acting... I was never great. Never got the leads in any plays, never got on any of the competing teams I wanted. I was always walking in someones shadow, But in the water I shone.

But I've lost it. I can't swim backstroke anymore, and I'm beginning to think it's all I could do. I have to go see doctors which means more "tilt tests" and monitors. I hate hospitals, it reminds me of my accident when I was little, when I was told that I couldn't walk for at least a year. Do you have any idea how hard it is to learn how to walk that late in life. And because of the accident I couldn't do land sports... But now I can't swim either.

Theres nothing left.

It's not fair that I put forth all of that effort to be as good as I was, just to have it stripped from me with 1 false stroke.
I was the best, untouchable. But now I'm at the bottom of the ladder again. I don't want to be slow, I don't want to fall behind and work my way up. Is any of it worth it? Suppose I work my way back up and become the best again, Who's to say I don't hurt myself again and lose it all.

I had a future. Colleges. Scholarships. Championships. there was no telling how far I could have gone. I was finally good at something. But Like I said. It's different now.

I don't know where I belong.