Oh life. Why must you do this to me? Lately my life consists of jack johnson, ingrid michaelson, and various yoga streches. If i could pick anythibg to describe my state of being right now it would be a cub of water. Its just sitting there. It has the ability to save lives, nourish, and revive. But it cant do anything until someone does something with it. But sadly, i just want to be cooped in my little cup where its safe and there is hardly risk of mistake or changes or loss or failure. Well see how long that lasts..