Yes.

Here goes: http://euphonicepiphanies.blogspot.com/

:) I could only stay away for so long.

חדש

"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished.
That will be the beginning."

This blog has held four years of my life. As I go back and read about the boys, the friendships, the heartache and the joy, I realize I'm not the same person I was at fifteen years old. With every beginning, there is an end. I think that for me, this blog has hit an end. After many weeks of consideration, I realized it's time for me to start a new journey. I'm not sure whether this means a new blog or not. Of course, it doesn't mean that I'm going to stop writing. It simply is time for something fresh.

:) If I were to do it again, it would be different. Let me rephrase. When I do this again, it will be different.

I'll post a link if I do start something new. But for now, adiós mis amigos. It will take me a few weeks to back all of this up, but then I'll take it offline.

New feels good.

You know you've been teaching way too many swim lessons when...

You know you've been teaching waaaayyy too many swim lessons when...

There's a permanent indent in your stomach where all the kids have jumped in and kicked you

You find yourself rocking out to "the wheels in the bus" in the shower.

You catch yourself talking to adults like they're three years old.

You spend half of your paycheck on shampoo.

The kids accidentally start calling you mom.

You don't have to shave your legs, because the pool chemicals take care of it.

You don't even bother to go home between shifts, you just sleep on a bench.

our diet consists of...well, anything within four feet.

You spend your spare time playing "guess what rule the scouts will break today".

Forget green. People start to mistake your hair for some type of animal.

You automatically hold your breath and close your eyes when you sit down, assuming you're underwater.

Even though I complain sometimes, I love my job. I couldn't ask for a better environment. The kids are the best part. Today, I asked Charity what her favorite food was.

"My favorite food is princesses"

"You like to eat princesses Charity?"

"Mmmmm yeah."

I especially love teaching the really small kids. They're so innocent, and they love anybody that will pay attention to them. :) Whenever I have a long, hard, frustrating day, a hug from one of these chilluns' can make it better.

Ah. I'm having a great summer.

Imploding

OgWKL^LKW!*&$@JGNKWJNELG%KJnlkgjnKR**JEWRNGK!!!

That's how my brain feels. There are so many people I wish I could talk to, and yet not that much to say. The past three weeks have been filled with more emotional highs and lows than I've ever felt before. I've dealt with death, fell in and out of "like", and figured out the truth about my health, all while working 8-10 hours a day.

Yeah. Who needs sleep?

ah duh

mark twain on jane austen:

"I haven't any right to criticise books, and I don't do it except when I hate them. I often want to criticise Jane Austen, but her books madden me so that I can't conceal my frenzy from the reader; and therefore I have to stop every time I begin. Everytime I read 'Pride and Prejudice' I want to dig her up and beat her over the skull with her own shin-bone."

Ah. Too much blogging of late. Sometimes though, I just really need to share something. Like my hatred for Pride and Prejudice.

Loyalty to...

You know what makes me feel sick?

My my best friends telling me things about each other, that they can't actually say to each other.

It makes me feel dishonest. And, kind of sick.

The worst part is that if they can do it to each other, they can do it to me.

I need college.

The scars that math etched

Running to the Light

"Occasionally discouragement may darken our pathway; frustration may be a constant companion. In our ears there may sound the sophistry of Satan as he whispers, “You cannot save the world; your small efforts are meaningless. You haven’t time to be concerned for others.” Trusting in the Lord, let us turn our heads from such falsehoods and make certain our feet are firmly planted in the path of service and our hearts and souls dedicated to follow the example of the Lord. In moments when the light of resolution dims and when the heart grows faint, we can take comfort from His promise: “Be not weary in well-doing. … Out of small things proceedeth that which is great. Behold, the Lord requireth the heart and a willing mind.”
Thomas S. Monson, “Finding Peace,” Ensign, Mar. 2004, 3

I'm am so lucky to be surrounded by people who love me. I have a family and friends who would go to the ends of the earth for me. Whether in the darkest or the lightest of time, I always know I have somebody to lean on. Sometimes, it takes a really long tunnel to get to the sunshine.

My heart is so full.

Solomon Jack Gardner

It's past four days have been filled with more pain than any writer can describe in words.

Heavenly Father needed him, and I know he's doing so much good where he's at.

Solomon Gardner...you are quite the guy.

God be with you 'till we meet again.

The Home Stretch

In no less than two months, I will be living far away from home.

Well, two hours anyway.

I will be dirt poor. All I will do is study, because I think I'll have 21348 credit hours. I think I can handle. 21350 credits would be too many, but somehow I'll manage.

It feels like the home stretch. I'm buying sheets, and I have a laptop. Our dorm room has a grilled cheeser. I'm stocking up on shampoo and deodorant. I'm working desperately to save money.

I have a feeling the the next two months will be the longest...and the shortest of my life.

At this time two years ago I was...

really excited for junior year.
loving the attention of a much older guy, who now lives 500 miles away (For eight more months anyway ;)
really excited to be on the newspaper staff. Haha. Ironic.
friendless
In shape
Tan
Debtless

It's weird how time changes who we are. I hate it when people tell me not to change. Isn't that what life's all about? We spend our whole lives perfecting who we are and creating who we want to be. I'm glad that I'm not the same person I was that crazy summer after sophomore year. It wasn't bad...it was wonderful. There's just a time and a place for everything.

Amen.

Oh, and my posts are pretty much same old now. I'm going to start adding pictures. Pictures that have stories behind them Muhaha.





Once apon a time, I really wanted a frazil in February. You see, I used to work at a pool that had the best frazils ever. In hindsight, they probably only tasted good because it was 104 degrees. So, I dragged my friends to a billion gas stations to find one. We did find a frazil machine, only thanks to Peter Barrett. Turns out it was disgusting. Except, Kristen loved it because I think she may have never tasted sugar before. The end.

Post #200

{Picture with the valedictorian. :)}

{Senior Picture}
{Glares of death}
{The Girls}

Four years. Two Hundred posts. This blog has held a little piece of me for a long time.

It's hard to believe.

The incapabilities of Allee

I'm so overwhelmed. How am I supposed to teach a group of ten year-olds about the old testament? And not just any ten year olds. This is a group of kids that come from completely different backgrounds. I can name a few Sunday school teachers that have really changed my life, and I'm just not sure that I have that ability. This position is going to require that I trust the Lord in a way that I never have. I guess that's the point of callings, eh?

On Tuesday, I go to girl's camp for the last time. I almost didn't go, but it's one last camp with my little sister before I head off into the big wide world of college, and that alone makes it almost worth it. I have so many good memories of camp. It's lost it's sparkle a little in the past two or three years, but it's still good to get away. We all have to get away from the world every once in a while. :)

Sigh. There's lots of stuff running through my mind. In the next few months, I'm going to have to deal with the death of a close family member. I've never had to do that. My aunt passed away more than a year ago, but that was almost expected, and gave her relief from the world. I remember feeling almost guilty at the time, but I never felt terrible about it because I felt that there was so much reason behind it. This is a little different, and I don't know how to deal with it. It's a lot different actually. How does one deal with death? Despite knowing that I'll be with her again, and that the Lord knows what he's doing, it's still painful. And scary. And overwhelming. I'll deal with whatever comes, but it doesn't make it easier.

Who's idea was cancer anyway? Pssshawww.

I'm done ranting and questioning. Sigh.

Shut Up.

Sometimes I'm the stupid big mouthed idiot of forever. It just happens. I wish there was a little genie on my shoulder that would pinch my ear every time I was about to say something hurtful or mean or thoughtless.

Like tonight.

I am going to invent a mouth clamp.

On another subject...This whole week I've been so tired that I get home, lay on my bed, and feel like a thousand sand bags are weighing down on all my muscles. It's the most exhausted feeling in the world. During the school year I got tired, but this is different. I just want to sleep all the time, but if I do I know that I'll feel even more sick. I'm going to adhere to the following goals for the next month, and see if it helps. If not...I'm kind of stuck.

*Run or swim everyday
*Three meals a day. My eating has been hectic because of my work hours, but that's no excuse.
*Lay back on the carbs
*Go the the temple
*Get up by seven, and go to bed by nine (at least a couple times a week)
*Scale down sugar. I've actually been doing okay with this. I've yet to cut out the little things, but I've been avoiding cookies, cake, and ice cream-ish stuff.
*More Vegetables

My eyes are drooping. Time for sleep.

Oh, boy.

I needa boy who...

is smart enough to have discussions about world events with me

speaks spanish

understands very basic musicality

doesn't yell

can put up with my projects

can stay up late

will study the scriptures with me

watch my really annoying cultish movies with love

reads

gives good hugs

has a sense of quiet confidence

will not bring cucumbers into our home, becuase of his love for me

will help me plant a garden

is a returned missionary

will run with me, but understands that I won't talk while I run

won't try to convince me that math is useful

will be my bestie. Forever.

knows when I'm floundering, but lets me save myself

prays a lot

knows how to write


Yeah, I'm a little picky. But it's for forever right?

Ssssunshinnne.

First day of lessons...first day of summer. After 6 1/2 hours, I'm exhausted in a happy way. :)

Ah.

Sunshine is wonderful.

Miracles

Last night as I was driving home from Andy's house, I heard this song playing on the radio. It wasn't a station that I usually listen to, so I had never heard the song before. I don't know why, but these lyrics seemed so powerful.

Everybody falls sometimes
Gotta find the strength to rise
From the ashes and make a new beginning
Anyone can feel the ache
You think it’s more than you can take
But you're stronger, stronger than you know
Don’t you give up now
The sun will soon be shining
You gotta face the clouds
To find the silver lining

I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains
Hope that doesn’t ever end
Even when the sky is falling
I’ve seen miracles just happen
Silent prayers get answered
Broken hearts become brand new
That’s what faith can do

It doesn’t matter what you’ve heard
Impossible is not a word
It’s just a reason for someone not to try
Everybody’s scared to death
When they decide to take that step
Out on the water
It’ll be alright
Life is so much more
Than what your eyes are seeing
You will find your way
If you keep believing

I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains
Hope that doesn’t ever end
Even when the sky is falling
I’ve seen miracles just happen
Silent prayers get answered
Broken hearts become brand new
That’s what faith can do

Overcome the odds
You don't have a chance
(That’s what faith can do)
When the world says you can’t
It’ll tell you that you can!

I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains
Hope that doesn’t ever end
Even when the sky is falling
And I’ve seen miracles just happen
Silent prayers get answered
Broken hearts become brand new
That’s what faith can do
That's what faith can do!
Even if you fall sometimes
You will have the strength to rise

It gave me a lot to think about. I think that sometimes it's human nature to doubt miracles. We attribute miraculous things to luck or chance. I have prayers answered on a daily basis. A miracle can be as extreme as raising the dead, or as small as finding a lost key.

I am so blessed.

"what are you sinking about?"

I've been blogging way too much this month... But sometimes I need to say things. There are so many things going on in my brain, and not enough people with time to listen.

Thoughts, in order:
Disaster of a music theory project
My inability to accept compliments
Math final
Job
Owing Scott ice cream
Utah State
Best friends being rude. Not to me, but to eachother.
A missionary.
Sleep deprivation.
Allee needing a real date.
Musicianship.
My utter lack of charisma.

Today I found a note that I wrote to Tisha last spring but never gave to her. It was so weird to read it and remember in exact detail how crummy that month was. It's surreal. I have a box of special things. Notes, letters, pictures. It's like a time machine. Anytime I want to be an awkward thirteen year old or a love struck fifteen year old, I just go to the box.

I'm ready for life.

Bring it on.

Oh, I got another scholarship today. That makes three :)

Um's.

I feel strange.

There are no tears, and I'm not overwhelmingly happy.

I'm not sad. I'm not angry.

I'm not feeling rushed.

I'm just...

done.

It's like feeling a whole bunch of nothing.

I'm okay with where I'm at.

Fin.

Sleeping on the job

This has been one of the craziest weeks of my life. My body kind of feels like it could fall apart at any given moment. My eyes are sore from ten hours of video editing. I've been out in the cold for the past three hours, doing a service project. Tonight, I want to curl up on the most comfortable couch in the world and watch a few hours of Gilmore Girls.

It's good to have dreams.

Instead, I'll end up with my math book, trying yet again to learn how to graph.

And, I haven't been to the temple in way, way, too long. I was going to go early this morning, but it's hard to get myself up at 5:30 on a saturday with no motivation. Especially when I didn't sleep all night.

As exhausted as I am, I'm pretty happy too. Graduation. Two Weeks. :)

Pain in the arm.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm kind of an annoying person.

Not like a twilight extremist, or a enya fan.

After a long period of time, there's just too much allee.

I'm kind of annoying myself now.

Weird.

ending a legacy.

I wish I could tell the Jordan District that the people I work with have become like a second family to me. Yes, I gained ten annoying brothers that love to tease me, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Shhh. Don't tell.

I wish I could tell them about how a child's face lights up when I they understand how to combine monkey airplane soldier and kicks.

I wish they could understand how scared I was when the first time I had to teach a girl with down syndrome to swim, and how it changed my life a little.

I wish could see a child pull me down four feet and say "Teacher! Guess what I saw today?"

I wish that see the water aerobics ladies that come vigilantly twice a week. Some have for 15 years.

I wish they could understand that for some kids, the only one on one time they get is at lessons.

I wish they could see Kenneth's face when he finally touched the bottom of the pool, at thirteen feet.

I wish they could, just once, hear Kassia say "teacher, I love you a lot. Can you give me a hug?" maybe they'd reconsider.

After being open for more than fifty years, Jordan District is closing the West Jordan Middle School Pool. I understand why, but it doesn't make it easier. It's been a great two years :)

Stumbling at every turn

Of all the things that I thought my senior year would end with, all of my best friends being frustrated with me was not on the list. I've always made a special effort to be the kind of friend that I want to have. These wonderful girls aren't really mad at me (for the most part) they're just kind of tired of me.

It's been a hard few weeks on me. I've felt this weird sense of exclusion. It's not anybody's fault, it's just there. I haven't had a lot of lonely Friday nights in high school, but they've been occurring more frequently. People are doing things, but not people that I know well enough to be invited. It's kind of an anomaly.

But, I'm done with my AP tests, and I got my senior pictures today. I guess my attitude needs a fix.

It's hard though. So, so hard.

I just want my best friends back.

Ah.

My dearest,

I've missed you. It's been a long weekend filled with greasy hot dogs, homework, and bad weather. I hope you haven't felt neglected. Seeing you today was so spectacular. The way you make me feel can't really be described. Whenever I'm around you I get all sweaty and my heart races. I'm so glad we got to spend some time together, even if it was only a half hour.

I love you running.

Allee

Becoming...

I feel so funny.
There are so many things that should not be a big deal that are being blown out of proportion.
I'm tired of so many people, even people I never thought I'd get sick of.
Also, Everybody around me has a somebody right now, and I'm not quite fitting the mold. It's almost like the start of junior year all over again, when everybody was in that new relationship stage.

But, tonight was super fun. Fugitive. Ah.

It brought back one of my favorite memories of my fading teenage-Dom.
The summer after sophomore year, the gffr guards would all go play ultimate frisbee. Every Thursday, without fail. I guess that was before I had the friends I have now. It's crazy to think about.

Tommrrow is seth's farewell. It makes me feel old.

Oh, by the way. I'm a quest to be a better person. Emotionally, physically, and mentally.

Today, I ran a 5k, which despite it's tinyness, was a huge step for me.
Also, I'm working on making everyday the best day ever. It's tough sometimes.

Sleepy time.

Potential

Sometimes my days have the potential to be on my "most disgusting days ever" list.

For example...

if it were production week...

and my whole family was on edge...

and all my friends were grumps...

and I was a cramp monster...

and some people in my English class hated me...

and I had to go to work...

and I got so frustrated in math that I wanted to find a time machine and beat the man who founded matrices with a big wooden bat...



But then, I tell myself it could be worse. I could have a bad zit. Or I could be a hairy homeless man trapped on the coast of New Orleans.



And then, all the potential bad things seem really small. This is especially true after I run, or get financial aid money.



So, the moral or the story?



Potentially bad days, can end up being okay.



At least today.

I'm on top of the world.
I'm doing exactly what I want to do.
I'm rushing forward, and trying not to consider what I'm leaving behind.
It's not easy. Sometimes, like today, I sit down and cry not because I'm sad, but because I realize that there are things I can't control.
Like growing up.
I'm a living oxymoron.

Today, I got some news that should have broken my heart, or at least made me a little sad. But, somehow I had the ability to let it go.

That is very un-allee like.

Everything is happening so fast. Wessman told us about the new editor in chief today. It was a whoa moment. I was so there a year ago. I'm not sad to be leaving high school. The past three years have been unbeatable, I'm just ready for something new. However, it will be incredibly hard for me to leave relationships. I've never had to do that before.

Top ten things I'm looking forward to in the next two weeks:

10. Running the 5k
9. Spontaneous
8. GNO!
7. Watching everybody else be in charge of the paper
6. 80 degree weather
5. The return of lunch in the park
4. Running everyday
3. The cheap-o date :)
2. Finishing the last AP English book
1. Being completely free of boy-Dom.

Fizzle

My brain is on the fritz.
If it were a car, it would be sputtering.
If it were a lightbulb it would be flickering.
Today, in third period I found out my journalism portfolio is due in three days. I had emailed the professor before, but he told me they would post it on the website.
They didn't.
I'm flipping.
Also, I have a gigantic to do list, and math is on the top.
I have nothing completed on the list, and I've been working for four hours.

Sputter. Sputter. Die.

It doesn't make sense that I'm a good blogger, but a bad journal writer. It's not that I really want anybody to read this. Actually, when people mention to me that they read something on my blog, it makes me feel funny because in my mind, this is still a little private.

I'm going to work on the journal. A journal is much more of an intimate thing. It's me. Blogging is... Not so much.

Right now I'm reading Alice Walters and Chez Panisse. So good.

It almost makes me wish I was French.

Prom '10...and other things that are going too fast.

I'm in a weird stage. The last three months of high school seem to drag on forever, but in a way it's too fast. Oxymoronic, I know. I've been to senior prom. There's only two issues of the paper left, and only one that I'm in charge of. Tour is coming. It's my last spring break living at home.

You know what I'll miss the very most when I'm at Utah State?

My mommy.

15 things you didn't know about Allee

1. Even the smell of cucumbers make me sick. It's the one food I refuse to eat.
2. I read more books in a month than some people do in a lifetime.
3. I'm always stressed, but I try hard not to show it.
4. I have to work really hard to be mediocre
5. I absolutley hate crying in front of people.
6. I hate the feeling of being dirty.
7. 15 hour school days are not unusual for me.
8. I really don't like animals.
9. I'm a problem fixer.
10. I've been on lots of dates, but I've never held hands with a guy.
11. I could have played basketball or swam in high school, but I took too many AP classes.
12. Someday, I want to use my writing to help people.
13. I'm a very different person than I was three years ago.
14. I want to go on a mission.
15. I love wearing skirts.

Simplicity

Today, I was able to take five minutes and enjoy the simplicities of life. The feeling of homework being done. The joy of seeing a missionary leave. A really good nap. Listening to my family's background noise. Reading the newspaper before everyone else was awake. Feeling that my life is coming together. And just...thinking. I don't think people in the world take enough time to metacognate. They think it's a waste of their time to sit and be removed from the world. It's not though. It makes things clearer, and let's you look at the world in a different light.

Amen and amen.

Looking Forward

I can't believe next week is production week again. I'm going to die.
I've learned a very valuable lesson this week. It's something that I knew, but it didn't hit me until yesterday.

You can't force other people to change. The only thing you can change is your attitude. And, sometimes by changing an attitude you can change a person. But only sometimes.

It's been a good day. One of the best in a few weeks.

There are things all around me just...happening. I can't control them, and whether I like it or not they're there. The best thing I've learned to do is go with the flow. Sometimes the waves will be high, and sometimes they'll be low but at the end of the day I decided what I've done with my time.

Without further ado....

Top Ten "I'm looking forward to..."

10.Being done with Hamlet. Yech.

9. Distribution day!

8.The school board meeting being done and over with.

7.Reading my March Madness tonight

6.Spring Break & Bear Lake

5.My WUE decision

4.Not math.

3.Graduation.

2.Utah State. Bomb. Dot. Com.

1.TOUR!

Fitting in

I am having feelings that I haven't felt in many years. Since Junior High really.

I feel like I don't fit.

My best friends have boyfriends. And other best friends.
School. It doesn't feel natural anymore. Suddenly there's this awkwardness that I haven't felt "seence I wuss a wittle sawfmore".
Of course, I fit in with my family. They're my best friends. But, all the sudden they're growing up. And I'm leaving. The end.

This weekend has been filled with lots of silly emotions. The hardest part is realizing that I'm on my own. It was a huge blow to realize those that I'm closest too don't want to help me with my problems.

I'm glad that there's always one person to talk to, even when everybody else lets me down.
And, he's been through it all.

Sigh. I want to go to prom.

Allee. Needs. A. Hug.

My feelings are so hypocritical.

I feel secure in where I'm at, but at the same time I want to move.

I'm ready to get on with my life, but the first step is hard. So hard.

Sometimes, I feel like when it comes to the male population, I always lose. I always fall for the guy who's taken, or shy, or uninterested. It's something that I've had to deal with my whole life, and it takes its emotional toll. Here is my top ten for the week:

10. The newspaper is out. Finally.

9.I get to play the Wii tonight. With a guy I kind of adore.

8.Even though I dropped my phone in the bathtub, it works.

7.SHAWWWWWWWNEEEEEE.

6. Utah State. Even though it took me four months to make a desicion, I feel really good about it.

5.Tomorrow, I'm fasting with a purpose.

4.I get to tacos tonight.

3.The blueberries are on their way to another churchball championship.

2.I have a job that I love. Pray that I don't lose it, okay?

1.March madness has started, and not the sports version! I'm so thrilled to read the Book of Mormon cover to cover again.

I have bad days. I had quite a few last week. But there are lots of good days too. The world balances out.

So I have a question for those reading this. Do you think there are times when you just shouldn't help people? Even if the person with the problem is one of your closest friends, is there a time you step back and choose not to be involved?

I don't know the answer. I'm not sure I want to, because it means I might have to do something about it.

I feel sick.
Mind blowing, stomach churning.
I always mess up this way.
I guess being a good friend to one person means being a bad one to another.
I'm trying so hard.
Yet, I messed up.
I think I'm going to hurl.
Then scream.
Then sleep.

Goooooaaaalss

Goals for the next six months:

Pick a college

Write a sonnet cycle

Make sure Ms. Parrish can never complain about my wrinkled papers again

Study harder in math

Compose my senior piano piece

Get enough scholarships to completely cover college

Get in shape

Get published

Find a newspaper job

Sleep

Vacuum my car (This really shouldn't have to be a long term goal...)

Keywords of Allee (In no particular order)

family

friends

life

love

journalism

crazy

temple

Tisha

Shawnee

Mom

Dad

Kristen

Alyssa

Bubbles

Boys

Computer

Macs

Socks

Responsibility

Leadership

Honesty

Truth

LDS

Money

For

College

paper

Pencil

Target

Cheese Fries
Yum
Stephen
Pool
Swimming
Lessons

Kids

Editor

production Week

Life

Lessons

Tears

Trials

God

Faith
Paperclip

English

Science

Ira Glass

Effort

Food Bank

Service

Giving

Loving
Recieving

Math

Monsters

Hair

Utah State!

School

Jason

Mission

Lightbulb

Church

Basketball

Utter dud

So many tears today. Sometimes, I think that if I didn't trust people in the first place this wouldn't happen. But that's a terrible way to go through life. I just want to scream and let it all out. I want to kick some kittens and burn some buildings. I'd like to trash a house. Most off all, I just want a hug.

Bing Bang Bong

I am a giant ball of feelings.

Roll me in coconut flakes and you would have an excellent cheeseball.

I have faith that no matter what I choose, it will work out. I know that life throws curveballs and you just gotta take 'em.

But sometimes curveballs hurt, especially when they're chucked at your face.

I have a brain-ache.

Old.ish.

Top Ten Old Things Floating in Allee's Head:

10. Summer after 10th grade. First summer job, at the pool of course. I really, really, don't miss Gene Fullmer. But for the record, it was an amazing/life-changing/super awkward time.

9.Backstreet Boys.

8.First Year of Girl's Camp. Oh. Gee.

7. Bawling my eyes out in math class...twice.

6."trasketball"

5.Having the ability to sing when I was 12. Yeah, lost that.

4.The pink camera lunches

3. Chicken

2.Running Cross in Ninth Grade

1.Leaving a pizza on the wrong doorstep. Sigh.



This is entirely random. I'm having weird flashback moments. Is this what happens when you get old?

I'm selfish.
Stuff like this shouldn't matter.
It's eating at me like a maggot on dead flesh.
That was a beyond disgusting comparison.
I'm happy, but there's so much going through my brain.
I'm just a little on the lost side, I guess.
I need to talk, but I'm pretty sure everybody is already sick of hearing me complain. :)
You know what I need most?
Temple day. Sigh.
And maybe a date.
Also, somebody to answer my college questions.
And a bookstore.
Oh, and somebody to explain math to me.

So selfish.

Bye Bye Bye

Yes it's an oxymoron, but this makes me giggle. Uproariously.

Stupid People

Sometime I think of all the stupid people in the world.
The lifeless, soul-less, gut sucking ones.
The ones who chew thier food in a gwissssh smacking sluuurpish kind of way.
The greasy beer bellied ones.
The ones with smiles and wit that make me float.
The wormy, smooshed ones.

But, they're still people. So I'll treat them as such.

Munching on slices of cranberry bread

Munching on slices of cranberry bread,
I ponder on the cranberries in my bread of life.
The tongue-tingling asinine sting.
Bittersweet, but momentary.
The twinges of pleasure.
The ting as the berry bursts under white horses.
The watering. Of eyes.
The prick.
The grimble-grumble.
I close my eyes.
One. Too. Free.