Hello.
We went in Post Falls for the second time in a week, to go to a doctor's appointment, that we hadn't been able to go to the first time, because the doctor was an hour and a half late. We went today, and sat in there for half an hour before someone bothered to tell us that we didn't actually have an appointment, and that the person just wrote it down on the card wrong. "Woops, sorry for wasting your life." Crap.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Something there.
Find me again.
Or I will search for your face myself.
I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place where we just met,
He's just the boy for me and I want all the world to see we've met,
Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way,
And I'd have never been with him, but as it is, I'll dream of him tonight,
Falling, yes I am falling, and he keeps calling me back again.
Find me again.
Or I will search for your face myself.
I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place where we just met,
He's just the boy for me and I want all the world to see we've met,
Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way,
And I'd have never been with him, but as it is, I'll dream of him tonight,
Falling, yes I am falling, and he keeps calling me back again.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Ya'll look like you never seen a white person before.
Eminem makes me laugh, yes he does.
Today was good, indeed.
I woke up early enough so I wasn't late for school.
I learned a Spanish song is choir.
A completely wonderful and simple lullaby to Jesus that goes,
A la nanita nana nanita ea nanita ea,
Mi Jesus tie ne sue no bendito se a bendito.
Translated,
To the little baby, to the little baby, My Jesus is sleeping, Blessed will he be.
All in all, it's wonderful.
Completely.
Eminem makes me laugh, yes he does.
Today was good, indeed.
I woke up early enough so I wasn't late for school.
I learned a Spanish song is choir.
A completely wonderful and simple lullaby to Jesus that goes,
A la nanita nana nanita ea nanita ea,
Mi Jesus tie ne sue no bendito se a bendito.
Translated,
To the little baby, to the little baby, My Jesus is sleeping, Blessed will he be.
All in all, it's wonderful.
Completely.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Consideration.
List 20 things you want to say to people, but never could. Do not say who they are.
1)You make me physically ill. Like, sick to my stomach.
2)I miss you so much that I don't know what to do with myself.
3)I would take you back, no questions asked, and we would be together forever, and we would be happy.
4)If you had died a long time ago, maybe I wouldn't have been so screwed up.
5)I am constantly waiting for the call that will inform me that you had died in a car accident.
6)You have saved my life so many times. I miss you like hell.
7)I know I seriously screwed up our relationship, and even though I wish it had never happened, I can't bring myself to regret it.
8)I've lied to you before.
9)I often wonder why you don't just throw it all down and give up. Then I remember who you are.
10)I love you so much more than you believe I do. And it kills me.
11)I look up to you. You are one of my biggest heros.
12)I wish I could have saved you, but I'm just one person.
13)I'm not sure how I feel about you right now.
14)You broke my heart, but I still love you, and I'm here for you anytime you need me.
15)Hang on.
16)You are my sunshine, my sunshine.
17)Banana fish.
18)We fight a lot, and you have scared me, but you are a part of me and I love you.
19)You were always the little gray cloud in my blue sky.
20)Forever? Bull.
1)You make me physically ill. Like, sick to my stomach.
2)I miss you so much that I don't know what to do with myself.
3)I would take you back, no questions asked, and we would be together forever, and we would be happy.
4)If you had died a long time ago, maybe I wouldn't have been so screwed up.
5)I am constantly waiting for the call that will inform me that you had died in a car accident.
6)You have saved my life so many times. I miss you like hell.
7)I know I seriously screwed up our relationship, and even though I wish it had never happened, I can't bring myself to regret it.
8)I've lied to you before.
9)I often wonder why you don't just throw it all down and give up. Then I remember who you are.
10)I love you so much more than you believe I do. And it kills me.
11)I look up to you. You are one of my biggest heros.
12)I wish I could have saved you, but I'm just one person.
13)I'm not sure how I feel about you right now.
14)You broke my heart, but I still love you, and I'm here for you anytime you need me.
15)Hang on.
16)You are my sunshine, my sunshine.
17)Banana fish.
18)We fight a lot, and you have scared me, but you are a part of me and I love you.
19)You were always the little gray cloud in my blue sky.
20)Forever? Bull.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Today, I went on an adventure.
Today, I went to the park.
Today, I went inside a huge outhouse and had a conversation.
Today, everything began to make sense, and for one little moment, I didn't really care that my hair was all over the place and that my face is fat.
But then I got cold and my arms went numb, and my dress was blowing up in the back, and I realized I'm just a foolish little child and I don't know what I'm doing here.
And now I'm sick, and I think I might be getting pnemonia, and my eyes feel like they're burning their own little holes in my head.
I don't like this, I don't like this one little bit.
I am currently sitting in my airy little kitchen, watching big black clouds meander across the huge expanse of pale blue sky.
The sun is lighting up the tops, turning them a pale navy in places, and gold in others.
The top of the mountain is coated in snow like a sprinkling of powdered sugar.
Sometimes, I love being home, in my big old flannel nightgown with a cat on the front, and my hair curled up on top of my head.
I feel like someone is shoving a needle through my brain, directly about my left eyebrow.
Why is this, I wonder? I don't think it has anything to do with my cold/flu/pnemonia deal currently going on.
I truly don't believe I am making any sense.
Watching my yard is completely fascinating.
It is currently a pale yellow, bleached from the snow.
The light brown leaves from the oak tree just outside the bay windows are laying scattered randomly around the lawn.
Every now and them, a breeze with meander through the archway next to my garage, and will sweep these still damp leaves up into the air, twisting them around, bringing them together and then ripping them apart.
This lazy early spring weather is making me tired.
Today, I went to the park.
Today, I went inside a huge outhouse and had a conversation.
Today, everything began to make sense, and for one little moment, I didn't really care that my hair was all over the place and that my face is fat.
But then I got cold and my arms went numb, and my dress was blowing up in the back, and I realized I'm just a foolish little child and I don't know what I'm doing here.
And now I'm sick, and I think I might be getting pnemonia, and my eyes feel like they're burning their own little holes in my head.
I don't like this, I don't like this one little bit.
I am currently sitting in my airy little kitchen, watching big black clouds meander across the huge expanse of pale blue sky.
The sun is lighting up the tops, turning them a pale navy in places, and gold in others.
The top of the mountain is coated in snow like a sprinkling of powdered sugar.
Sometimes, I love being home, in my big old flannel nightgown with a cat on the front, and my hair curled up on top of my head.
I feel like someone is shoving a needle through my brain, directly about my left eyebrow.
Why is this, I wonder? I don't think it has anything to do with my cold/flu/pnemonia deal currently going on.
I truly don't believe I am making any sense.
Watching my yard is completely fascinating.
It is currently a pale yellow, bleached from the snow.
The light brown leaves from the oak tree just outside the bay windows are laying scattered randomly around the lawn.
Every now and them, a breeze with meander through the archway next to my garage, and will sweep these still damp leaves up into the air, twisting them around, bringing them together and then ripping them apart.
This lazy early spring weather is making me tired.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Ridiculous. Ridiculous, true, but I love my life. I love waking up to a wet sidewalk, I love swimming with my cousins, I love having a baby fall asleep on my chest. I love dressing like I'm fit and in shape. I love watching movies and eating burritoes and not worrying. I love getting unexpected phone calls from old friends. I love new plans. I occasionally like being turned down. Perhaps I'm losing my mind.
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