Well Im Sicky Icky, with a tummy yucky mucky. plus im feeling dizzy mizzy. I don’t even know what that means but it sounds horrible. Anyway I was watching the show “Hustle” on Tivo. They got rid of one of my fav characters. (sniff sniff****) andthis new guy iz on the show now, and he’s not as cool as MICKEY!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway….
Love Test
You know you love someone if…
SIXTEEN
When you’re on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.
FIFTEEN:
You read their Texts and Ims Over and over again.
FOURTEEN:
You walk really slow when you’re with them.
THIRTEEN:
You feel shy whenever they’re around.
ELEVEN:
When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same time.
TEN:
You smile when you hear their voice.
NINE:
When you look at them, you can’t see the other people around you, you just see him/her.
EIGHT:
You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.
SEVEN:
They’re all you think about.
SIX:
You get high just from their scent.
FIVE:
You relize you’re always smiling when you’re looking at them.
FOUR:
You would do anything for them, just to see them.
THREE:
While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.
TWO:
You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number twelve was missing
ONE:
You just scrolled up to check & are now silently laughing at yourself.
Sonnet #43
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 the 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.
Love again and again.
I talk about love so much now. I guess it’s cause I have something to say besides wishes. I call it love even tho im not sure what love would be, but i guess I just wanna talk and get it all out. I have no one to talk to about it at school openly that really cares at all. And those who care… I don’t wanna tell.
There is so much to tell, that I don’t tell, because i don’t wanna let people kow, and for the sake of him as well. Because there isn’t much else to say, because there is nothing else that happensfor now. I’m just happy that I have something intresting in my life.
Kisses, Hands, and Deep Thoughts
It’s amazing what little things can cause so much emotion. Like today seeing my class, I went and hugged each person. (see previous post) But I was thinking more along the lines of love. (god I always think about love nowadays… It’s probably old news on this blog. Whatever.) Anyway… a kiss is supposed to be amazing, but you know, little things are great too. When a guy holds your hand… it’s like tremors are going up your body, and just a kiss on the cheek is as good as anything. I dunno I must sound like a dork. I do get very deep about things. Thats something that is hard about friends like mine. Nobody really lieks to think deeply. But wahtever.
Near Death Aftermath
Well on my spring break, I almost died.
I was in Arizona with my Grandma (see the post “Arizona, Grandmothers” on Audlife) anyway we went to see the sunset at Gates Pass and I decided to see the sunset from on top of a bigger mountain. My Grandma didn’t go with me because of a knee injury but that was ok with me. So I saw the most beautiful view by myself. Afterwards I started back down. It was steep and I slipped a couple of times. I came to a fork in the path and chose the path I THOUGHT I had come up on. It was steeper then I remembered and there were so many loose stones that it was very slippery. I got down on my ass and slid down a ways…but I stopped myself suddenly. I did that just in time too. If I had slid anymore I would have fallen down a cliff and either been seriously injured or died.
After this I feel so lucky for everything. I was so happy when I came home to see the ocean and my family. I am also so thankful that I have my 8th Grade class and I realized how much I love everyone in it. They are like my family, and I value having each in my life now.
Love.
This is a free write I wrote for a friend…
Love.
Love is a beautiful thing.
Everyone wants it.
Everyone wants to know about it.
Everyone looks for it.
Love.
Love can betray you.
Love can stab you in the back.
Love can hurt more then anything.
And yet people try to get it anyhow.
But when Love hurts.
What do you do?
When Love hurts.
You may cry.
You may try to die.
But when it is over.
You find Love again.
And then sparks fly.
And Love is beautiful again.
Happy Easter!(and fuck “God”)
Happy Easter!
Well you can just tell how religiously challenged I am cause I just found out what easter is about in the Christian mind. Apparently, Jesus rose from the dead like a week or month after he was nailed to a cross, he talked to a few people then went to join God. What a load of crap!
I’m Sorry if I ofend anyone. But I DO NOT BELIEVE GOD EXISTS!!!!! I believe that we control our own lifes, and after we die, our mind goes into the “Spiritual” part of the world. I don’t believe in life after death, I think that that is just some stupid thing people made up to feel better about them dying. The Bible is just some book some people wrote thousands of years ago.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying the people who believe in these religions are wrong, I’m saying I don’t believe in them. But what I really wish is that people would not let religion get in the way of their destions in life. Or use it to make up their minds about something.
A Suddenly Complex Love Life
Well, the guy who likes me… hmmm… complicated. I dunno what to do most of the time. I mean, I flirt with him, and one friend says that he has fallen all over me and if I made the first move, we could be going out, or we could kiss. She was like, “You should Kiss him he’s fallen all over you!”
But I dunno. It’s kinda scaary to think “Mitch all over again.” He was easier though. He made all the moves. He held my hand, he asked me out, he probably would have been the one to kiss me if we had ever seen eachother.
I feel bad for guys, makeing the first move is hard. I don’t know how to be alone with him, how the right move it supposed to be set. I dunno!
The people who know he exist, they always wanna know wazzup. I’m fine with that, I actually prefer it if they ask me, but I wonder why.
I think it’s because they want to find love. People say it is strong, and wonderful. I dunno what love would be… Am I in love with him, cause it can’t just be a crush… so i dunno.
