Pages

31.3.11

I don't need to be reminded that a change is going to come

I haven't stayed home from school because I was sick for a few years now I think. I can't remember the last time I spent at home on the couch on a school day. I've begun to reminisce about the good ol' days. First I wanted to built a fortress out of my couch. Mainly something that looked like this:

I was then tempted to duel myself in a game of pokemon with my large set of cards. I could see the battle siding either way. But who won would be a close call.


From hence on I considered getting out the fondue pot and cooking up some steak..... but then I would have to find some steak... So I abandoned that idea and thought maybe I could play ponies. Fun where the days of doing their hair, and choosing their homes and living in pony land. Without Shelly and Megan here I realized this would not be as fun as it used to be in my childhood.....


In the end all of my brilliant childhood ideas took too much energy and too much effort so I did none of them. Maybe that's why these things are usually just done in childhood, because as we grow older we get more frequently tired and a lot lazier.

25.3.11

Don't listen to them cause what do they know?








After those pictures everyone should be extremely jealous. Oh man what a good group and what a good date. I loved it.



Highlights from this week?
Driving to West Lake High School with directions in hand and Lydia informing me I printed out directions to West Lake Florida...
Bringing Pizza to Christian and Henry and then Jakob and Fernando hoarding us and begging us to go get more.
The ward auction. Having Henry there made it fun.
The facebook assignment in history
Getting a 4.0 for last term
My weird dream... haha oh funny
Locking my keys in my car last night at rehearsal.
Being DONE with global citizen project
The good weather on Wednesday


This week has been very very very very good. I'm glad it happened.

21.3.11

I like us.

20.3.11

Even if I could travel back I would still be falling for you

A picture is worth a thousand words. Right?
But they are better than words.

When I take pictures I get to say something about myself without using words.
It explains who I am in a literal way more powerful than consonants and vowels smashed together into mesh.

It speaks emotion. It speaks creativity.

Something words just can't.

It tells who I am better than my sentences ever could. That is why I love pictures.

They tell a story. They bring emotion. They make us think.
That is why I take pictures.





17.3.11

I took a faithful leap and packed up all my things and all my love and gave it to somebody else

Think if people could wear their emotions on their sleeve.
If everyone really had what they were thinking glowing from the place below their shoulder.
We could see the people who needed help.
Everyones truth would be shown.
No more lies.
Every time your wanted to really see how someone was feeling you would just look at the material on their arm.
Broken smiles could be fixed.
Things could be mended.
People would stand honestly.
When someone was happy you could go to them. And feed off their happiness.
If someone was upset you could hand them some candy.
People wouldn't hide their sorrow. And then we would be able to help what is now hidden pain.
What if people wore their hearts on their sleeve.
So that way if someone said they love you, you would know if it was true.
You would feel what was real.
What if everyone had their heart on their sleeve?

14.3.11

I feel like a homeless boy when you're away

I put you on the bench today.

Like you said, you aren't playing right now.

But you want to be.

But I'm the coach.

And I get to decide.

Best players play the game. Period.

So... step up your game. eh?

13.3.11

Fall Apart Today

I heard this song on Pandora Today.



I don't want us 
to fall apart today or ever 
You're the one who said 
you'd never leave 
There's no good reason for 
giving up 
All this mess is just bad luck 
So please don't lose your 
confidence in me 

I wish I wasn't so fragile 
cause I know that I'm not 
easy to handle 

Oh baby please 
Don't forget you love me 
Don't forget you love me 
today 
Oh my baby please 
don't forget you love me 
don't forget you love me 
today 

I don't wanna feel like this 
But I'm so tired of missing you 
I don't wanna beg for your time 
I want you mine, all mine 

I wish I wasn't so fragile 
cause I know that I'm not 
easy to handle 

Oh baby please 
Don't forget you love me 
Don't forget you love me 
today 
Oh my baby please 
don't forget you love me 
don't forget you love me 
today 

I bet you smile when you 
think of me 
you love me 
messy in the morning 
freckles on my knees 
oh baby please 

Oh baby please 
Don't forget you love me 
Don't forget you love me 
today 
Oh my baby please 
don't forget you love me 
don't forget you love me 
today 

Oh baby, sweet baby oh 
Oh my baby, sweet baby 

Don't forget you love me...

9.3.11

Unlike your eyes avoiding mine.

Oh nationals. How you are the stress of all stress. The complete epitome of existence. You stress me out. And you don't help with the people you bring with you. I have enough stress right now as it is. Please be good to me. Please Please be good to me.
You have already changed my skin color.
You have already changed my hair color.
You have already told me my nails aren't long enough.
You have already taken sleep from me.
You have already taken much much money from me.
You have already taken my life from me.
So PLEASE. be good to me. 



Even though I look like this.


6.3.11

Forgive me first love

The tears fall down in misty air
It cries while Earth is in despair.
It’s constant knowing what to do
Absorbs the ground through and through.
Translucent droplet one by one
The fury temper overrun.
A violent splash on concrete’s face
Then disappears, no lines to trace.
It’s screaming, pleading just to be heard
The pitter patter speaks the words.
Wet eruptions thrash down and down
Shapes the flowers into frowns.
Wash away debris left for not
Erases every memories spot.
The feel, a shock of cold and cruel
It breaks all beauty’s earthy rule.
Drops together still and strong
But when alone won’t last for long
Refreshes with its harsh demands
Coming straight from Maker’s hands.
The state that flesh cannot retain
Is beauty we all call the rain.

1.3.11

There are bridges you cross you didn't know you crossed until you crossed

Dance. Dance. Dance. ACT. Dance for 5 hours. TITANIC rehearsal. Homework. Math Test. English paper. English reading. Cry. More reading. Dance dance dance. TITANIC music rehearsal. Shower. Eat. Repeat. Dance. Dance. Nationals. Black Hair. Dance. Dance. TITANIC. eat. shower. Dance. Dance. Dress shopping. Costume finish. Break down. Lost shoe. Dance Dance. Tour payment. Missing MORP. Dance. Dance. Red foot. TITANIC. Dance. Tests. English paper. Cry. Shower. Eat. Stress. Payments. Job. Dance. Next year. TITANIC. Sleep (if lucky). Dance. Costume. Shopping. A Capella. Soccer. Dance. Dance. TITANIC. dance. Titanic. TITANIC. TITANIC. Cry.