deep in the heart of texas!
i love christmas and i loveD christmas. i got mucho de cosas:
*a bike
*gift card for glen ivy
*basket and bell for my bike
*gift card for nordstrom
*beatles book
*domino set from morocco
and a ton of other things too. my parents went crazy.
davey spent chrismas eve with us and spent the night. on sunday we went to church in the new building. then we opened presents and me and david headed up the mountain. it was a ton of fun, because everyone was there. i love fenn. i miss blake and i especially missed him when we went through pictures from hawaii. his little curly head. decisions were made this long weekend that i am quite happy with. yeah, life is good.
Pot of gold.
My sweet, my dear, my darling, you're so far away from me.
Though an ocean of tears divides us,
Let the bridge of our love span the sea.
And when the veil of dreams has lifted,
And the fairy tales have all been told,
There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow;
More precious than a pot of gold.
three days til christmas...our first one together.
Though an ocean of tears divides us,
Let the bridge of our love span the sea.
And when the veil of dreams has lifted,
And the fairy tales have all been told,
There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow;
More precious than a pot of gold.
three days til christmas...our first one together.
SP speaks from my soul, bones, heart
Please, let me be casual and gay and right with him now. I am YOUNG, naive, childish, sixteen emotionally. My reactions are too obvious, too excitable easily. I will be lovely, vivacious, witty, the very best me that I always want to be with you.
[I] want a brilliant mind that I can stimulate, but that I can also honestly look up to. And this one has it. Mentally he satisfies; physically he satisfies. It is rather blissful to share witty talk with a man who is also three-dimensionally satisfactory as this one is. power: he offers that. I am strong, in spite of being childish and weak now and then. I need a strong mate: I do not want to accidentally crush him like a steamroller (as I would have others, certainly). And while comradely, I must admire him: respect and admiration must equate with the object of my love. And with him there would be a great, evolving, intellectual dignity to life. I am sure of it. I can walk tall and proud beside him in my body and in my mind. How will it work out? I don't know.
[I] want a brilliant mind that I can stimulate, but that I can also honestly look up to. And this one has it. Mentally he satisfies; physically he satisfies. It is rather blissful to share witty talk with a man who is also three-dimensionally satisfactory as this one is. power: he offers that. I am strong, in spite of being childish and weak now and then. I need a strong mate: I do not want to accidentally crush him like a steamroller (as I would have others, certainly). And while comradely, I must admire him: respect and admiration must equate with the object of my love. And with him there would be a great, evolving, intellectual dignity to life. I am sure of it. I can walk tall and proud beside him in my body and in my mind. How will it work out? I don't know.
the real notebook
so, what's so great about this picture? oh, maybe it's the fact that the greatest romance ever portrayed on screen is probably real...it seems like love is better than ever.
i regret to inform you
i'll be the platform shoes
undo what heredity's done to you
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes
no, the ring on my RIGHT finger is not an engagement ring.
so, i figured out what's wrong with me...i can't be alone. i am NEVER alone. i always have plans, and things to fulfill time in between the plans. but when plans are changed, my mind jerks and i freak because there's now this space of five hours with nothing to fill it. that's when my emotions go crazy and i say things i don't mean, and nyquil somehow finds it's way into my belly.
i can't go from always having something to do with you to times where there is useless blanks so easily. i've been honed into how i am for the past 9 months...it takes more than 1 to get back to how i was.
undo what heredity's done to you
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes
no, the ring on my RIGHT finger is not an engagement ring.
so, i figured out what's wrong with me...i can't be alone. i am NEVER alone. i always have plans, and things to fulfill time in between the plans. but when plans are changed, my mind jerks and i freak because there's now this space of five hours with nothing to fill it. that's when my emotions go crazy and i say things i don't mean, and nyquil somehow finds it's way into my belly.
i can't go from always having something to do with you to times where there is useless blanks so easily. i've been honed into how i am for the past 9 months...it takes more than 1 to get back to how i was.
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