Queen

There is only one Queen
shes a Kentucky wonder bean

and in the opium den
lies the comedienne

Not sure where this comes from... But I rather enjoy its randomness. Maybe I'll add to this post later.

XOXO

..::Ugh::..

Chilling with Pat.
All is good.
Get a text from frat.
Why does he act so misunderstood?

Why can't he leave me be?
On Saturday we were spotted.
How could he not see?
That my feelings for him have rotted.

I just really want to be alone
with Pat I am so happy,
When I saw frat I let out a groan
Went from feeling sappy to feeling crappy


Worst thing ever, but I'm not normally "creative"

Ruh-Roh

A certain someone knows who I am.

I do not approve of that person reading my blogs.

They are only for Emmy Dee and myself to read.

Please continue studying for Finals.

XOXO. You. Know. You. Love. Me.

Stolen.

One little

Two little

Three little freshman...

All snug in one bed!

And there is a girl, and she is confused and breathless-innocently blissful to find herself in this situation. A month ago she would have balked at this idea, and now here she is...

And there is another girl, and she is wondering if she's losing this tenuous connection, and she worries that she doesn't have anyone here, and she wants someone, something now please.

And there is a boy, and he is confused and doesn't know what will get him the best possible results. He is linear, very linear, and quiet and possibly very smart or maybe very vapid.

Squinch your eyes together, squinch them tight and believe... believe. In the movies it works, if you try hard enough. And we will fly back in time; just like when you play a video backwards, our innocence and wide-eyed curiosity will be sucked back into ourselves.

We will walk to the graveyard and call ghosts with seances, clutching each other with delicious fright. We will throw snow at each other and clip magazines and go to Floor Activities with enthusiasm and fervor.

And then the second girl will find her place in a house of smoke and Men, leaving the boy behind. And the first girl will wait a while, lingering before she too abandons the boy and the frivolity for real Mature Fun. And the boy will forget about them, because he will find a girl to lie in a bed with, just the two of them now.

Years from now one will pull out a candid shot, all three with limbs intertwined. A smile and a memory, and then back to Reality.

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"All three with limbs intertwined..."

Success

I was able to wake my lazy ass up and register for the classes I wanted. Started at 7:15AM and I kept refreshing the browser to make sure the two classes with just one spot left in each were still open. at 7:29 on my computer I attempted to register, and lo and behold, i am now registered for
ART 171.02 [MW 1:30-3:20]
COMRT 120.03 [TTH 9:30-10:45]
ENVSC 190.00 [MW 11-12:15], and
PSYCH 206.05 [TTH 1:30-2:45]

Now all I have to do next semester is drop the art class and hopefully add my PSYCH 152.Well its 7:37 right now and i need to write another page for my F.S. paper, sleep some more, and hopefully shower.


X0X0

:)

Having Pat over tonight made me happy.
I haven't felt this giddy in awhile.
& it's kinda scary.

He was sick yesterday so I didn't see him.
Today he was still sick so he tried to say I wouldn't get a kiss.
HAH!
Its sweet, but I get what I want.
Now my throat kinda feels funny though.

I don't wanna feel like I'm making him do things he isn't ready for.
So I told him to think about it.
Sometimes I forget that he's older than me.
In this, he seems so much younger than me, no question about it.
But once, I broke down his shell a little, he started to take charge.
What imMATURE FUN!
I'll get him to stay one of these nights. Hopefully.
Now my bed and shirt smell of him.
How am I supposed to sleep alone?!

Love

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

I love you for always being there when I need a friend.
For when I need someone to procrastinate with.
I love you for basically living a life parallel to mine.
but mostly, I love you for being you,
even when others try and get you down.

<33333

Awe

I'm not quite sure how she does it, but she creates feelings in me im not quite comfortable with. With her gift for words and ability to say so much with so little, Emmy Dee has got to be one of my favorite poets. This might be stretching the truth in her eyes, but for me, its true as I adore her style.

The Age of Innocence is a great piece of work. Maybe because it involves yours truly? :) Her words make me go back to a time when I was carefree[er] and didn't have to decide if i was going to be good and sleep in my room or be "bad" and stay out all night. After the night i just spend wrestling with that paper and pulling my first semi all-nighter of the semester, it was a great little excerpt of my life to read and remember.

XOXO. You know you love me babe.