not quite here yet...minus my online class. Thursday starts the madness once more.
Happiness is...
- 2 week spring break.
- crackberry updates.
- POS third CD.
- Wizards of Waverly Place.
- Captain Crunch.
- Spring weather.
- Sandwiches.
- Wii fit.
- Getting fit.
- Game boy...color.
- Agua.
- Phineas and Ferb.
- The color orange.
- Birthday month!
- Target and it's magical ways.
- V-neck shirts.
- Banana nut Cheerios.
- Kite flying.
- Lunch in a park.
- Cupcakes.
- Ferry rides to the city.
- Pier 39.
- Making new friends.
- Clean laundry.
- Clean room.
- Clean car.
- Street fighter.
- Hot chocolate.
- New notebooks.
- Buying cheap books.
- Fruit.
- American Idol sometimes.
- Quentin and our adventures.
- Learning to play poker and other card games.
- Rummikub.
- Grey's Anatomy.
- Car wash.
- Monsters vs. Aliens.
- Making up songs.
- Tacos.
- Sweaters even though it's too hot to wear them now.
- Sunglasses.
- Days off.
- Naps.
- Thai anything.
- Wanting a longboard.
- Jking.
- Cassaud.
- Taylor and her text jokes.
- Jello.
- Turning 21 in less than a month.
- Pizza when it's thai.
- Drawing Phineas.
- Selena Gomez.
- Gum.
- Fun times.
- Good rhymes.
- Green slime.
- The band sublime.
- Zodiac signs.
- Perfectly straight lines.
- Really good mimes.
- =]
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
210. Goodbye Spring Break...
Hello Spring Quarter.
Can you just look at me. I mean, all of me? Because I can't lie to you and say that half of what you know is what you love. Sometimes I need that; someone being a professional at hide and go seek to find the rest of what I hide behind the abundance of what I claim as unimportant to even myself which causes you to forget. Truth be spoken, even though it becomes less important to you, I hope you do it anyway. I used to think that an exclusive tongue would save me from a tyrant, but they still come. 1 does not turn into 100 regardless of how powerful the wave and sun and healing. Secret truth is my palms often claim my face like stitches, only in comfortable silence and night hours that would send vibrations back through the now tear catching fingertips; however, my heart, more than eardrums, loves to listen, so it spilled a cup once over – so slow was I to recollect those recollections of a voice inside you screaming your held tight past. Once, I thought “I love to like you, but I’d like to love you less because unless you have for me a broken piece of you to stay the night, I won’t if that’s all I have to offer you.” But broken is as broken does my doings, so I’ll depart a dusty shelf willing to spring clean, and break my spine to numbered pages. And read me, like you do so well even when your eyes are closed. If you do wish, as I wish you do...grab your greatest pair of binoculars and stare for hours even if it is all pretend so I will know - that you are looking- or in some fashion...trying to.
Can you just look at me. I mean, all of me? Because I can't lie to you and say that half of what you know is what you love. Sometimes I need that; someone being a professional at hide and go seek to find the rest of what I hide behind the abundance of what I claim as unimportant to even myself which causes you to forget. Truth be spoken, even though it becomes less important to you, I hope you do it anyway. I used to think that an exclusive tongue would save me from a tyrant, but they still come. 1 does not turn into 100 regardless of how powerful the wave and sun and healing. Secret truth is my palms often claim my face like stitches, only in comfortable silence and night hours that would send vibrations back through the now tear catching fingertips; however, my heart, more than eardrums, loves to listen, so it spilled a cup once over – so slow was I to recollect those recollections of a voice inside you screaming your held tight past. Once, I thought “I love to like you, but I’d like to love you less because unless you have for me a broken piece of you to stay the night, I won’t if that’s all I have to offer you.” But broken is as broken does my doings, so I’ll depart a dusty shelf willing to spring clean, and break my spine to numbered pages. And read me, like you do so well even when your eyes are closed. If you do wish, as I wish you do...grab your greatest pair of binoculars and stare for hours even if it is all pretend so I will know - that you are looking- or in some fashion...trying to.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
209. Marching sideways.
Until you find yourself, its impossible to lose you
Uh..because I never had you...
Although I would be glad to..
I probably go and tattoo..your name on my heart,
I swear
I start,
To think,
That I'm going crazy.
Uh..because I never had you...
Although I would be glad to..
I probably go and tattoo..your name on my heart,
I swear
I start,
To think,
That I'm going crazy.
208. WebMD.
Taylor is quite sick. Quite sick meaning a fever ranging from 102-104 for the past 4 days. It's not a cold...or the flu...so we aren't quite sure what she has come down with. Luckily I am on break and have been keeping her company with movies, music, and fun stories. This morning the doctor was the plan since this mystery illness has not calmed down on its own. Since Taylor hates the doctor...and I'm the next qualified answer (obviously)...I pulled out WebMD. According to her symptoms...these are the possibilities for Taylor:
- middle ear infection.
- acute sinusitis.
- influenza.
- migraine.
- depression.
- earwax blockage.
- muscle strain.
- chronic sinusitis.
- anemia.
- postpartum depression.
- tension headache.
- medication reaction.
- bacterial pneumonia.
- excessive caffeine use.
- anxiety disorder.
- nearsightedness.
- foreign object in the ear canal.
- insomnia.
- Lyme disease.
We had a good laugh with a few of these.
Ah, WebMD. Thank you for the suggestions. I'll go with Lyme disease. Those darn ticks.
- middle ear infection.
- acute sinusitis.
- influenza.
- migraine.
- depression.
- earwax blockage.
- muscle strain.
- chronic sinusitis.
- anemia.
- postpartum depression.
- tension headache.
- medication reaction.
- bacterial pneumonia.
- excessive caffeine use.
- anxiety disorder.
- nearsightedness.
- foreign object in the ear canal.
- insomnia.
- Lyme disease.
We had a good laugh with a few of these.
Ah, WebMD. Thank you for the suggestions. I'll go with Lyme disease. Those darn ticks.
Monday, March 23, 2009
207. Renovation
I haven't been here in about 20 days.
I'm not sure why.
Maybe it's because I have been a slave in school.
Maybe it's because life has been making me dodge large stones.
Maybe it's because I have turned from share all to share none. (I say that in the least selfish way possible.)
Buuut it's probably because I keep forgetting to update. Probably.
It's Spring Break. My grades turned out fantastic. The storm rages on with more clouds accumulating daily. I'm okay with storms...they don't last forever. All I want is a slurpee, a donut, and some adventures. =]
Peace and Blessings...
I'm not sure why.
Maybe it's because I have been a slave in school.
Maybe it's because life has been making me dodge large stones.
Maybe it's because I have turned from share all to share none. (I say that in the least selfish way possible.)
Buuut it's probably because I keep forgetting to update. Probably.
It's Spring Break. My grades turned out fantastic. The storm rages on with more clouds accumulating daily. I'm okay with storms...they don't last forever. All I want is a slurpee, a donut, and some adventures. =]
Peace and Blessings...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
206. Amazing.
One of the dopest Beatles covers I've ever heard in my life. These two are bananas with their work on the keys and vocals. And this is just a short jam session. Hats off.
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