Why does life have to crap on my lawn?

Ahoy mates. I just got back from church. I forgot all about this blog until all of a sudden it flashed in my head. I don't think about things: I only usually am focused on three things at a time. Usually it's my boyfriend, my friends, and how they make Jello green.
There is a Reeses Peanut Butter cup wrapper on my couch. It is the remains, the carcass, the skeleton of something once-sweet. There is also a tiny stuffed moose on my desk in front of me. It is wearing a little pizza box. It's getting into the Halloween spirit I suppose.
Speaking of Halloween, it is my all time favorite holiday of the year, and it still hasn't struck me that it's only four days away. Things never strike me. I'm stupid.
But I like halloween because of the feeling you get just thinking about it. Kind of like when you slosh down an ice-cold root beer and you can feel it running down your throat and the sudden cold chilling your insides and your stomach. It's kind of like that.
Is it bad to like someone when you have someone? I guess you can't help yourself from liking a person, you can't just tell your emotions to back off. If only it were that easy. The person I have, I love him to death. But there are four others that are having a slumber party in my heart, and I can't just tell them the party's over and that it's time to go home.
I guess it's inevitable. You're bound to always want what you don't have.
I think I want a life.
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Julie