in the rain

The rain, sounds typical, I know. However, there is something about a kiss in the rain that is soooo blissful that it overshadows the fact that 2938472993 people in the world are probably doing the same thing as you. Last night as this boy was walking me to my car (holding my hand, as usual), he decided he wanted to kiss me in the rain. I was not so much expecting this, seeing as I was already late getting home. but .. .mmmmmm. To my surprise, this boy turns towards me, puts my face in his hands and kisses me. Ohhhhh bliss . <3

that alone.

Ohhh. I like this boy. He reminds me of everything a boyfriend should be. Is this boy my boyfriend? I wish you could tell me, cause I have not a clue. But, I think that not knowing, is half the fun. Not knowing leaves space for a little mystery and excitement. All I know, is that this boy likes me and that he is no 'slip on fabric' shoe. That alone is enough to make me fall for him. :)

This boy

Mom asks what is so different about this boy. Oh, he's different alright :)



<3 this boy hold's sneak's hand everywhere she goes.

<3 this boy continues holding sneak's hand even in front of his friends.

<3 this boy often speaks a different language to sneaks to tell her how beautiful she is.

<3 this boy may very well be sneaks in the form of a boy

<3 this boy walks sneaks to her car

<3 this boy makes sneaks giggle. constantly.

<3 this boy thinks there is a ghost where he works. silly. i know.

<3 this boy is going to name his first born son after his favorite type of piano.

<3 this boy has not kissed sneaks yet. i love that.

<3 this boy tells sneaks stories.

<3 this boy can convince sneaks to do things she doesn't like to do. like play mini-golf.

<3 this boy has a fetish with climbing things.

<3 this boy has the most amazing smile. ever.

<3 this boy's silly idiosyncrasies make sneaks giggle instead of frown.

<3 this boy smells divine.

again.

Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times.
I guarantee that at some time,
one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing.
But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine,
I'll regret it for the rest of my life,
because I know, in my heart,
you're the only one for me.

Really? I mean really!?

Oh. I was very wrong. You see, my slip on fabric shoes decided to return. They even sent me a little message.You know what this message said? It said to look up a song. You want to know the song too?

Change Your Mind

ive been thinking about it, lately, thats really all i do
come to think i cant think, oh no,
without me thinking about you
its hard for me to say it, it gets harder every day
but ever since you left me no i havent been the same
i gotta be honest i think its time that i told you
ive tried and ive tried but i still cant get over you
i think its driving me crazy
i think youve gotta be blind
why cant you see what youre leaving behind?
what would it take to change your mind
i am ready to chase you for the rest of my life
tell me what to do tell me what to say
tell me who to be to make you wanna stay
even if it takes all my time
ill change your mind
ive been thinking about it, ive been thinking about a plan
its gone on for far too long its gotten out of hand
ill board the doors to your house
ill take the keys to your car
ill do whatever it takes to keep you from getting too far
im not goin crazy im just going wherever you are
she says she needs time
she says she needs some space
she says she needs to find her self
to find her place she needs to get away
to unwind, collect her thoughts and clear her mind
well find yourself and take your time
but where you go i wont be far behind


Really? I mean really!? You would do this to me! You dirty, rotten, no good, tear bringing, beautiful boy you! Honestly though... You send me this song, and yet you think it's a better idea to let a girl that lives in a different country put you on her feet? Really? I mean really?! . Stupid boy. You should not have come back, although I love it so much. :( .

How did you get back here?

So tonight I've been asking myself the question... How in the world did my slip on fabric shoes get back to me? Cause you see, i'm 99.9% sure that I left them at the place I vacationed. . Apparently not.

Swing Valley

Back from vacation. Back to reality. Back to those lovely boys that color my life with the chaos of trouble.

Swing Valley

Oak or elm-I can't see it
clearly anymore, but it was the tallest thing
in that hollow, and someone
always managed to shinny up
to the farthest branch with the end
of a tarred rope to knot there.

Swinging our we moved
from the side of one hill over
the blind rush of bramble
to graze the shoulder of the other bank
and arc back home again.

Summer, winter, summer, of course
those old ropes rotted now and then,
and Carvalho rode on to a parting,
flying down through the deep tangles, still
sitting on the knot, his hands clutching
the rope as the bitter end
trailed down like a plume of smoke.

We thought he was all right
when we heard the bushes moving,
and he was. The earth still loved us then,
and the sky watched over us
just as in these stories we heard
about the miracles of the saints,

and a few days later we went up
with another rope, hawked
from the wharf after dark,
and one by one we ran it down,
jumped the knot and swept
across the hollow,

feeling the release, and then the pull
of what we already carried with us,
gravity learning the measure
of that unimagined freight.

Frank Gaspar

My English teacher passed this poem out to the class today, and asked us each to take some time to analyze it according to the idea of how one either pursues or compromises their happiness. Unfortunately, all I could compare this poem to is the slip on fabric shoe. This comfort shoe is my rope. A shoe that was hard to get, dangerous to have, and my release from gravity, and the source of my happiness. I seem to be this boy Carvalho. The one who rode the rotted rope and flew "down through the deep tangles, still sitting on the knot". I am CLUTCHING this rope. I am holding tight to what I've always believed to be the source of my happiness. This is my pursuit... But after thinking longer on what this poem had to tell me, I began to think. Maybe this rope is not my happiness, but my downfall instead. Indeed, my sweetest downfall. Carvalho clutched that rope, which could very well end his life. I'm falling. I'm clutching this rope with all I have, for it's something that I can't bear to lose. Unfortunately for me, clutching this rope will do me no good, because, although I may feel that it is my source of happiness it is actually the one thing compromising my happiness. If I instead let go of this rope, I may truly be in pursuit of my happiness.

So, maybe getting back to school isn't such a bad thing. :) English class helps me put my life into perspective. I LOVE it.