Dress-Bag Slicker

I just got home from a day full of running around in the rain and just 'doing stuff'. I have had a lot of fun today and I just want to say that the new movie, "XMen Origins: Wolverine" is amazing. I love it and I felt like it ended WAY too soon. (And for all you mom's that love Wolverine, there are a few very sexy scenes. Not in a perverted sex-scene kind of way, more of a shirtless moment but happyl and then a naked-run-away-fear-and-confusion moment where you don't really see anything) Oh my, his body is way amazing and fit and gorgeous.

A moment from earlier today:

The lightning sent a camera's flash through the window of the small building. All it's occupants gasped and looked out into the world on the other side. A real life movie from the 20's. Everything was in black and white, no color, just shades of grey moving in a sort of shaken shadow. Small gusts of wind pushed lines of rain towards the door in some unknown rhythm. The spots littering the ground danced in a waltz with increasing furocity.
Inside, the lights were bright and the air too stiff. The whites were too white and the colors too bold. The silence was too heavy and the tension and concentration coming from the people's eyes were almost solid.
Everyone was done with what they needed, but all were too attached to their too-white and too-dry moment that they were all afraid to leave through the waiting doors. Two of them stand, walk to the doors, push them open, and disappear into the old film.
Outside the barrier of the starched room, the two laugh and run towards their silently waiting vehicle. One door opens a moment just before the other and they launch themsleves into the seats. The rain finds a few seconds between the time they land and the closing of the doors to push its way into the car and onto their seats, laps, and floorboards. The doors close as a few desperate drops fight their way into the closing spaces. More luaghter erupts when they realize they are drenched on all the points of their bodys that face the sky.
Just a moment passes by before the two notice the perfect block that was the shop is broken for a second time as the doors swing open once more. Two bodies erupt from the white area. The sign above the door reading 'TAILOR' flickers once as the two bodies, covered in dress bags with face-holes cut in them, run across the parking lot to their own vehicle.
At the sight of two grown women, running through the grey rain in dress bags, the first two let even more laughter flow throughout the little car like a new perfume. It envelopes them in a colorful warmth that can't be dried by the 20's storm outside, or confined by the perfectly white box in front of them.





Ok, that was just a funny moment today. The rain really came out of no where. I mean, it was misting all day and then, as we were sitting there, BAM, it just hit us. The sky's bottom broke and I swear I saw a few chuncks of it hit the ground in the midsts of all the rain droplets! Now, if you've ever seen grown women run in dress bags, then you can laugh like that. However, if you havn't, it's something worth seeing at least once in your life if you ever get the rare chance.

Alright, I suppose I ought to go to bed now. I have extra stuff to get done tomorrow. I hope that I didn't get to descriptive and that you all actually caught the funniness in the moment.

Music Kind of Gal

So I just thought that it might be fun to post my music on here one day just to show what kind of person you all can make of me. I always thought that the kind of music you listen to can say alot about a person. This is my current favorite playlist of about 4 that I have made on playlist.com. I just love the summer feel that this music gives me.

Friends and Highschool

How fickle an effect these things can have on one another.
Strange how we all get our friends, our best friends, the ones we hold on to and follow around loyally. We stick by their sides and then we stand up for them. We follow them to class and ride in their vehicles. We smile and laugh and cry and hold. Our friends that we hold onto so desperately because it seems to be the only thing that can get us through the day in our horrible schools. How funny does it seem that these strong relations are the easiest to break. Relations that change and alter and break and grow.
Friends and Highschool. You think they will last forever, but then life crawls up and descides to show you who is really in charge.

The Proper Blogger Society

I just had a major break-through! While surfing other bloggers' sites I noticed that they all had very interesting and custome headlines. I wanted this. It seemed to me to be some sort of sign that they were all 'real bloggers', they all took this to a new level.

Strange how the teenage mind thinks, isn't it?

The things we don't have make us different. They make us feel either younger, older, smaller, left out, or part of something better.

So I set out on a mission. I'm not one to be left out of the 'loop' (haha, from in(side) the loop, one of my favorite blogs).

I pulled out my trusty and handy photoshop and set about making a headline for my blog. Took me two days to come up with something that sat satisfactory with my tastes and the feel I wanted for my blog.

taste and feel
Does anyone else find it strage that we convey things we can only see or read to taste and feel? How odd is it that we associate the other senses with sight. Writers, how we twist our language to convey our deepest emotions and thoughts.

Finally, it came to be time to place the image in my blog. What a task this in of itself proved to be!

At last, I have the header that I felt made me 'belong' to this type of elite blogger society.

I'm extremely happy to feel this connection with you other bloggers. haha

How strange we teens are.

Just a Moment

There is a boy named Sam, I go to school with him. Boy I say, when I should say 'was a boy', now a man. He is a senior this year, I a junior. One years' separation. I remember a time, not too long ago, when I thought that I might like him; in a more-than-friends way. I remember thinking that he might be a wonderfully amazing person under all his covers and mysteries. I remember thinking that he really was beautiful and wondering what his body might be like. I remember pining after him in that annoying school-girl way that we all do at some point.

For weeks I watched him, trying to give him subtle hints. I started texting him, trying to get on his friend-side; I talked to him a little more in the halls. I tried to smile in a shy-coy-cute-bashful-sexy way that we girls so easily learn to use against the boys we seek. I tried to be the different girl from what he was used to, but I wanted to be what he thought he needed.

He told me he liked girls with high energy levels just because it seemed to balance out his mellow charm.

I already had hype, I had everything he needed, I just needed to play it to his tune, on his time, with his life.

I dressed to catch his attention so he would notice me in the mornings and when I walked by. Once I was noticed and being watched, I would smile and be friendly towards everyone, laugh extra sweet at jokes and jostles, would move my body while teasing other classmates, making sure to flaunt my small but perky breasts, my sleek build, my toned stomach, my long legs, and my cute bum. I wanted to flaunt my physical traits while charming with my personality. I played extra bashful in the classroom when in my best classes when he came in. Though I played bashful, I tried extra hard and tried subtle ways to get noticed for my mind without looking like I wanted to be noticed.

I wanted him to think I was humble but comfortable, bold and kind, sweet but strong, silly but mature, creative but intelligent. I wanted to be the perfect girl for him. I thought I could do it, too.

I jumped at the opportunity to talk to him when, at the time when I was searching for a vehicle, his truck came up for sale. I would ask questions about things like the muffler, the mpg, the interior lights, and many things about the engine that I had picked up on. I wanted to be the cool girl that was a girl but was also tough. I was ecstatic when he sold me the truck, all the more reason to talk to him!

We were in One Act Play together and I would help create inside jokes with him for the opportunity to bring them up in school the next day.

I talked to him every time he came into where I worked and did my best to flirt in a coy way that caught his attention.

Once he came in and gave me to remote to the radio in my, once his, truck. I took the device then held my hand high for a 'high five' while saying "Thank you so much, I am so grateful, I have needed a decent ride to get around in!" All smiles as his hand hit mine, I continued to look him in the eye, seemingly focused and not paying attention to my hands, which I had deliberately used my improvised time to lace my fingers in his. He held there for a moment as I talked and when he left, I felt I had accomplished a massive step forward.

The next day I discovered that he had gotten back together with his ex the day before.

Funny how things happen isn't it?

A Few Old Poems (no titles)

uncomfortable
bile
tears
rage
questions?



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By some miracle
My legs carry me
onward
normal life
stricken
oblivious



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Something so small
So very unnecissary
Why is it that
This
Is what broke me?
I expected
To be broken
Before
When you said
"no more"
When you decided
To leave me
But not this
Why this
So small
So simple
Broken.

A List of Pleasurable Events

(In no particular order)

Advancing to regional in Headline Writing for UIL
Being voted class president
Having a well-paying job
Discovering amazing new music
Dying my hair
Getting the most amazing boyfriend in the world, Kevin
Having the most beautiful dress for prom
Not having to pay for the most amazing prom dress ever.
Having the best prom date for a boyfriend, Kevin
Getting to spend the whole weekend with Kevin
Getting a new phone to talk to Kevin with
Finding new clothes to wear
Discovering a sense of confidence to wear what I want
Finding popularity and friendship and love all in the same year
Becoming comfortable in my own skin and body
Deciding to not tan on purpose
Placing first in regional Headline and advancing to State
Meeting so many people from other countries
Finding courage to speak my mind
Coming to terms with my inability to write daily
Being comfortable in my own life story
Finding the bright side of life
Wearing 4” heels to school one day ‘just because’
Buying my first truck with my little brother
Finding a power in my sexuality and its ability to control men
Finding a new creativity with everything I do
The ability to let go of things and just let them be
Finding a way to live life and live it happily
Falling in love