Saturday, May 20
Shakespeare
"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow." -- From Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 185)
Sunday, May 14
Monday, May 8
1-4-7, 2-5-8
I got an A in Metal Sculpting.
I got a B in Psychology.
I don't know yet what I have in Politics.
He hasn't put in the grades yet....
At least that is what I am hoping.
I start my new job early tomorrow.
I will be at a Credit Union as a "Member Service Representative."
Training will last for fifteen days. After that I am deemed capable.
I am through with serving plain customers;
I've moved on to serving share-holding members.
I love challenges, I love learning new things. Bring it on!
I got a B in Psychology.
I don't know yet what I have in Politics.
He hasn't put in the grades yet....
At least that is what I am hoping.
I start my new job early tomorrow.
I will be at a Credit Union as a "Member Service Representative."
Training will last for fifteen days. After that I am deemed capable.
I am through with serving plain customers;
I've moved on to serving share-holding members.
I love challenges, I love learning new things. Bring it on!
Monday, May 1
SPACEMAN SPIFF
You know you like Calvin and Hobbes too much when...
Your duplicate makes duplicates.
You spend countless hours playing with a cardboard box.
You need a guardian angel to survive a trip down a hill.
There is more water on the floor than in the tub after a bath.
You run around the house wearing a cape.
You ask your stuffed animal to eat your worst enemy.
Whenever a crime is committed, you pretend you're a private eye named Tracer Bullet.
People are not surprised when you run naked in the yard.
You make snowman effigies of people you hate.
You constantly turn your lunch into gross things.
You tell your teacher your stuffed tiger ate your homework.
You try to collect fifty bugs in five minutes for your bug collection project that you were supposed to work on all month.
You bury your dad's wallet and call it buried treasure.
The monsters under your bed talk to you.
You discover old junk and call it fossils.
Your bike tries to kill you.
You wear a mask on the back of your head to prevent tiger attacks.
You constantly think you are a Jurassic dinosaur.
You think bats are bugs.
You can't add 3 and 4 without coming up with three billion gazillion.
You always bring something weird to Show and Tell.
You pretend that the snowman you built has come to life, made more snowmen, and is building an army that is out to get you!
Your dad reads "Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooie" to you every night.
During school you try to escape by jumping out the window.
You take a picture of your toy tiger pouncing on you.
Your dad thinks you just threw your toy tiger up in the air.
You wake up at 4:30 AM on Christmas and Saturdays.
You play croquet, volleyball, and badminton at the same time and call it Calvinball.
You have to recite a poem about tigers to get into your treehouse.
A typical day is when your personal gravity reverses polarity, and then you grow so big that you fall off the planet.
You try to knock your dad's hat off with a snowball.
You spell ZQFMGB in Scrabble.
You think your parents are really bug-eyed aliens from Neptune.
You eat too many Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.
You tell your babysitter you're on a Big Mac diet.
For Valentine's Day, you send a girl hate mail and dead flowers.
You test the safeness in getting off a chair by dropping a shoe.
Every time you build character, your dad saves a couple hundred dollars.
You have a tiger greet you at high velocity when you get home.
Your duplicate makes duplicates.
You spend countless hours playing with a cardboard box.
You need a guardian angel to survive a trip down a hill.
There is more water on the floor than in the tub after a bath.
You run around the house wearing a cape.
You ask your stuffed animal to eat your worst enemy.
Whenever a crime is committed, you pretend you're a private eye named Tracer Bullet.
People are not surprised when you run naked in the yard.
You make snowman effigies of people you hate.
You constantly turn your lunch into gross things.
You tell your teacher your stuffed tiger ate your homework.
You try to collect fifty bugs in five minutes for your bug collection project that you were supposed to work on all month.
You bury your dad's wallet and call it buried treasure.
The monsters under your bed talk to you.
You discover old junk and call it fossils.
Your bike tries to kill you.
You wear a mask on the back of your head to prevent tiger attacks.
You constantly think you are a Jurassic dinosaur.
You think bats are bugs.
You can't add 3 and 4 without coming up with three billion gazillion.
You always bring something weird to Show and Tell.
You pretend that the snowman you built has come to life, made more snowmen, and is building an army that is out to get you!
Your dad reads "Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooie" to you every night.
During school you try to escape by jumping out the window.
You take a picture of your toy tiger pouncing on you.
Your dad thinks you just threw your toy tiger up in the air.
You wake up at 4:30 AM on Christmas and Saturdays.
You play croquet, volleyball, and badminton at the same time and call it Calvinball.
You have to recite a poem about tigers to get into your treehouse.
A typical day is when your personal gravity reverses polarity, and then you grow so big that you fall off the planet.
You try to knock your dad's hat off with a snowball.
You spell ZQFMGB in Scrabble.
You think your parents are really bug-eyed aliens from Neptune.
You eat too many Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.
You tell your babysitter you're on a Big Mac diet.
For Valentine's Day, you send a girl hate mail and dead flowers.
You test the safeness in getting off a chair by dropping a shoe.
Every time you build character, your dad saves a couple hundred dollars.
You have a tiger greet you at high velocity when you get home.
Thursday, April 13
Bit of Truth: I have some compulsive tendencies.
1. Cans in the pantry are right-side-up and have all their labels facing out. So does every Pepsi and bottle of Sobe at work. So might the drinks at Maverick if I’m really bored.
2. Skittles etc. If there are ten purple, eight yellow, nine red and four greens I will eat six of the purple, four of the yellows and five of the reds so that there will be a perfect four of each. Yet if there are twelve orange and eleven greens and three of the other colors I will eat all of the lesser colors and one of the orange so that I leave eleven of both orange and green.
3. You can often find me walking around the house with a plastic blue bowl full of Cheerios. However, there isn’t any milk in it. I eat one out at a time. And though it may appear like I am just eating ANY one at a time, I am not. I eat the “abnormals”, the different ones. Ex. The huge ones, the tiny ones, the skinny ones, the darker ones. And I eventually end up with a handful of PERFECT Cheerios in the bottom of my dusty bowl.
4. Peanut M&M’s. I am even strange enough to combine my tendencies. I do the skittle thing with M&M’s, and I eat the abnormals too. Some peanuts aren’t as perfectly shaped as the others. And if the little white M is missing or faded, that sad candy faces the same doom as its funny-looking cousins.
5. Bill-facing. In my wallet all the money is facing the same direction and they go from the twenties in the back down to the ones in the front. And none of them have folded corners. The till/drawer at work most certainly MUST be faced at all times. If it isn’t I will fix them immediately. Even though I have trained a dozen people to run the register and stressed the importance and the need to have the bills faced they still don’t do it. It really shouldn’t bug me, but it does. I do not get upset at them or anything like that; I will simply spend the time to face them.
NOTE: Being prevented from doing these things does not cause me anxiety. If someone offered me ten bucks to mess up the registers drawer and leave it that way, I would not have a panic attack. It would be very possible for me to not do any of these. The thought of having the drinks at Quiznos all facing backwards does not interfere with my other thoughts. Therefore I don’t have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
2. Skittles etc. If there are ten purple, eight yellow, nine red and four greens I will eat six of the purple, four of the yellows and five of the reds so that there will be a perfect four of each. Yet if there are twelve orange and eleven greens and three of the other colors I will eat all of the lesser colors and one of the orange so that I leave eleven of both orange and green.
3. You can often find me walking around the house with a plastic blue bowl full of Cheerios. However, there isn’t any milk in it. I eat one out at a time. And though it may appear like I am just eating ANY one at a time, I am not. I eat the “abnormals”, the different ones. Ex. The huge ones, the tiny ones, the skinny ones, the darker ones. And I eventually end up with a handful of PERFECT Cheerios in the bottom of my dusty bowl.
4. Peanut M&M’s. I am even strange enough to combine my tendencies. I do the skittle thing with M&M’s, and I eat the abnormals too. Some peanuts aren’t as perfectly shaped as the others. And if the little white M is missing or faded, that sad candy faces the same doom as its funny-looking cousins.
5. Bill-facing. In my wallet all the money is facing the same direction and they go from the twenties in the back down to the ones in the front. And none of them have folded corners. The till/drawer at work most certainly MUST be faced at all times. If it isn’t I will fix them immediately. Even though I have trained a dozen people to run the register and stressed the importance and the need to have the bills faced they still don’t do it. It really shouldn’t bug me, but it does. I do not get upset at them or anything like that; I will simply spend the time to face them.
NOTE: Being prevented from doing these things does not cause me anxiety. If someone offered me ten bucks to mess up the registers drawer and leave it that way, I would not have a panic attack. It would be very possible for me to not do any of these. The thought of having the drinks at Quiznos all facing backwards does not interfere with my other thoughts. Therefore I don’t have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
Tuesday, March 28
Monday, March 27
"Someday My Prince Will Come"
The day will come, when I am asked to be married. And when that day (which is far, far away in the future) comes I have decided that a regular proposal will not suit me. I decided long ago that no normal Joe would be my guy; no regular fellow will have my hand. It will take an extra special guy to sweep me off my feet. And because He will be so incredibly amazing, an equally amazing proposal will certainly be anticipated. “Will you marry me?” –Although totally romantic it is too ordinary and customary for me. I will not have an ordinary husband, so I do not want an ordinary proposal.
I have recently been very entertained by thinking up good ways for me to ask myself to marry me. I will share with you my favorite:
“Gc, I decided long ago that the Celestial Kingdom is my ultimate goal. I however, cannot get there alone. I need a righteous daughter of God to join me on this long, adventurous journey. I want someone that will make the rest of my life purely wonderful. I know that you are the only one who can do this for me. I now kneel before you to ask you to be that righteous spirit; to be that someone who makes life eternally joyous; to be my wife, and my Queen. In return, all I ask is for the chance to love you forever.”
Dang that is good, how could any girl refuse? I hope I’m really asked with something like that. It would sure make for a great story; especially because the guys are so incredibly nervous at the time of asking. To say those four words is hard enough for most guys, but memorizing an entire paragraph takes an extraordinary man. It would be a challenge and a difficult effort that would be treasured forever...
I have recently been very entertained by thinking up good ways for me to ask myself to marry me. I will share with you my favorite:
“Gc, I decided long ago that the Celestial Kingdom is my ultimate goal. I however, cannot get there alone. I need a righteous daughter of God to join me on this long, adventurous journey. I want someone that will make the rest of my life purely wonderful. I know that you are the only one who can do this for me. I now kneel before you to ask you to be that righteous spirit; to be that someone who makes life eternally joyous; to be my wife, and my Queen. In return, all I ask is for the chance to love you forever.”
Dang that is good, how could any girl refuse? I hope I’m really asked with something like that. It would sure make for a great story; especially because the guys are so incredibly nervous at the time of asking. To say those four words is hard enough for most guys, but memorizing an entire paragraph takes an extraordinary man. It would be a challenge and a difficult effort that would be treasured forever...
Friday, March 17
Erin Go Bragh!
Monday, March 13
358
Tomorrow night I ran backwards a thousand miles through the sunny mountain roads near the dry ocean ceiling. I am running with invisible stains on their t-shirt because I ate corn off the cob while waiting for the lights to turn green. My wrists hurt from all the pounding pressure you take from them these future few yesterdays. My warm socks are changing blue from the fresh-cut grass as I run full speed though the waist-high asphalt. The blinding moon glares off the turtle cars as they zoom by on their driveways. A small yawn enters as I struggle to crawl throughout the moving vines which stick to my moist skin. Warm snow begins to drop from the heavy red clouds as the white vultures triangle above me in the ground. My sore soggy throat is parched from the deep hunger that is drowning my insides. My flaming muscles are on fire and the silent raging river isn’t working to put them out fast enough. A creamy chill walks up my back like a spider flying though the empty darkness. There is a white silhouette in the near distance leaving towards me. I turn around twice and freeze in the back of a three feet-short Hawaiian palm tree. It quickly holds a golden coconut out in the palm of its palmtree hands for me to take. Impatiently they wait many long seconds for me to unthaw and break the ice from my sorrow. I lean up and take it from the eager hairless mammal; I unscrew the top and put my lips to the fuzzy edge. Bitter honeywater sluggishly creeps into my mouth. Electricity sprints through every bone in my soul. It fills me without any use of what Brown did for me. Smothered memories smoke as they return from whence they left. A vision appears and a huge chocolate lemonade waterfall sits towering below me at hundred feet high. As I stare up at it I fell again into an empty oblivion. I have eventually decided to run backwards more often…perhaps again yesterday evening. However, next time I will try running downside up for TWO thousand miles....
Saturday, March 4
Water-filled Henry Weinhard’s
Oh the Joy that fills my heart…
Upon seeing a bottle, my spirits take flight.
Imagining all that wonderfulness,
My mouth begins to water with anticipation.
Oh the sweet taste of delicious cream soda.
Smooth as it passes through my lips,
Refreshing as it caresses my thirst tongue.
Creamy Vanilly goodness.
Truly a drink for the Gods.
Then all of a sudden……WABAM!!!
Hatred begins to fill me completely,
Rapidly consuming all my joy,
Eating away at all my happiness,
Consuming all that I love about life.
I have been cruelly tricked.
Someone’s fool I have become.
They are watching from a distance…laughing
While I become angry, while I kick & shout.
I trusted. I was so purely excited.
A bottle brimming with deceit and lies.
The sincere genuine label hides the truth.
Faking authenticity and veracity
I am now learning that appearances lie
The fraud liquid sloshes about in mendacity.
My veins are flowing with mistrust
I do not want to be hurt anymore.
Pretenses will never again lure me into charades.
People are not always who we think they are.
Even after many years of friendship…
It might all be a lie. They may be one big deception.
Covered up with good intentions and love,
But eventually things are finally fully revealed
I have lost my faith in him.
I don’t know if I can ever trust him again.
He was just putting on a show, a second face.
It is all an illusion: He is not real. Not anymore.
Upon seeing a bottle, my spirits take flight.
Imagining all that wonderfulness,
My mouth begins to water with anticipation.
Oh the sweet taste of delicious cream soda.
Smooth as it passes through my lips,
Refreshing as it caresses my thirst tongue.
Creamy Vanilly goodness.
Truly a drink for the Gods.
Then all of a sudden……WABAM!!!
Hatred begins to fill me completely,
Rapidly consuming all my joy,
Eating away at all my happiness,
Consuming all that I love about life.
I have been cruelly tricked.
Someone’s fool I have become.
They are watching from a distance…laughing
While I become angry, while I kick & shout.
I trusted. I was so purely excited.
A bottle brimming with deceit and lies.
The sincere genuine label hides the truth.
Faking authenticity and veracity
I am now learning that appearances lie
The fraud liquid sloshes about in mendacity.
My veins are flowing with mistrust
I do not want to be hurt anymore.
Pretenses will never again lure me into charades.
People are not always who we think they are.
Even after many years of friendship…
It might all be a lie. They may be one big deception.
Covered up with good intentions and love,
But eventually things are finally fully revealed
I have lost my faith in him.
I don’t know if I can ever trust him again.
He was just putting on a show, a second face.
It is all an illusion: He is not real. Not anymore.
Monday, February 27
Dreams
Dang I just love it when I wake up in the early morning after having a great, super memorable dream. I just love that feeling, the sensation. If it’s a good one I play it over and over in my mind all morning long. And sometimes I elaborate and recreate and cut pieces and add new bits. I have fun with this, its not like I purposely do it, but as I think about it, it becomes more real and becomes something I can feel and touch for a long time to come. Sometimes I write my dreams, that way I can capture the feelings, the mood, the conversation and the intense emotions I experience. I fill in gaps and complete story lines. I smooth out fuzzy places that make little sense and transform them into masterpieces worth remembering forever.
Emperor Constantine of Rome was the great warrior who brought Christianity to the Roman Empire. “Under God’s watch, we shall conquer and never fall!” He proclaimed wonderfully, standing atop… well, what you can now visit as the ruins of a once great nation… but the inspirational sentiment still moves the soul. He did much which eventually conrtubuted to the bringing forth of the true gospel to the world today. We are indebted to him and should be grateful for his noble efforts.
Wednesday, February 22
Random Ponderings:
Why do people call it an ATM machine, but they know it's really saying Automated Teller Machine Machine?
What does the T in T-Shirt mean?
Why do toasters always have a setting so high that it could burn the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
What does the T in T-Shirt mean?
Why do toasters always have a setting so high that it could burn the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
Thursday, February 16
I'm hooked on a feeling...
Ooga Chakka Hooga Hooga Ooga Chakka Hooga Hooga Ooga Chakka Hooga Hooga Ooga Chakka
Thursday, February 9
My Cocoon
Wrapped up all secure and warm.
Snug and safe; Protected from the world.
Life is so wonderful when I am sheltered in his arms.
The threatening whirlwinds of the world can’t reach me.
Strong Biceps and forearms envelop me.
Covered in the armor of God he wards off evil.
He is my shield, my defense against wickedness.
The world all around fades into bliss,
Completely separating us as we hold each other.
We are purely enclosed in a blanket of happiness.
Snug and safe; Protected from the world.
Life is so wonderful when I am sheltered in his arms.
The threatening whirlwinds of the world can’t reach me.
Strong Biceps and forearms envelop me.
Covered in the armor of God he wards off evil.
He is my shield, my defense against wickedness.
The world all around fades into bliss,
Completely separating us as we hold each other.
We are purely enclosed in a blanket of happiness.
Sunday, February 5
I am certainly certain:
My Heavenly Father loves me.
I am one of His daughters.
I enjoy killing spiders.
The church is true!
I’m not good at holding grudges.
I don’t want to get married until I’m at least 21.
Mountain Dew looks like horse urine.
Toothbrushes have many uses.
Super-gluing your fingers together sucks.
Track is a mental sport.
All government is going to become corrupt.
Painting worn-out white shoes makes ‘em look new.
I don’t write poetry because it’s cute.
I will marry a Returned Missionary.
Liberals are pro-abortion.
I will not put up with people who are reckless with my heart.
R-rated movies are R for a good reason.
The alpine slide is exhilarating, but expensive.
Working at Quiznos has resulted in my gaining excessive weight.
I will get old and wrinkly LONG before I am ready.
Duct tape fixes everything…but hearts.
Flogging Molly is an Irish punk rock group.
I do not look good in a bikini.
My feet smell better than yours anyday.
I am one of His daughters.
I enjoy killing spiders.
The church is true!
I’m not good at holding grudges.
I don’t want to get married until I’m at least 21.
Mountain Dew looks like horse urine.
Toothbrushes have many uses.
Super-gluing your fingers together sucks.
Track is a mental sport.
All government is going to become corrupt.
Painting worn-out white shoes makes ‘em look new.
I don’t write poetry because it’s cute.
I will marry a Returned Missionary.
Liberals are pro-abortion.
I will not put up with people who are reckless with my heart.
R-rated movies are R for a good reason.
The alpine slide is exhilarating, but expensive.
Working at Quiznos has resulted in my gaining excessive weight.
I will get old and wrinkly LONG before I am ready.
Duct tape fixes everything…but hearts.
Flogging Molly is an Irish punk rock group.
I do not look good in a bikini.
My feet smell better than yours anyday.
Thursday, February 2
My Turn
Adonis is a Greek God who makes the hearts of young girls flutter. He even taught me the philipino word for Beautiful. He called me Mugunda for a week before he told me what it ment.
Bryon “Adonis” texted me a few days ago. He was wondering if I'd like to hang out this Friday night. Amazingly enough I don’t have work this Friday night so I consented. However while at the institute with McGee I saw him. We had a nice chat and I got to tell him all about a new computer that I’ll be getting soon (he is a computer geek). He then told me the reason why he wanted to “hangout” this weekend….He has been planning for a week how to let me down easy.
“So. Gc. The reason I wanted to hang out with you was to tell you that I don’t think we would ever work out.”
Ouch! Burned. Singed. (Please understand that this is the first ever time I have been rejected and it hurts worse than I thought it would) At least he was nice about it. There are many worse ways to smear someone. He even told me that I was a good friend. Thanks bud that helps a lot! J/K. I could probably still be friends, but it is going to take awhile for me to come around. I just don’t understand. It’s not like there’s another girl is there?
I am not sure why but I have decided to include this tribute that I wrote a few months ago:
I love the simplicity of him. His pure honesty. His genuineness and his innocence. How lucky am I to be here right now. The cold outside bites, but I am here all cozy warm. I love this feeling- whatever it is I do not know, but I love it so. The comfort, the perfect-ness. The relaxed feeling I get when I am with him. I was once afraid to reach this point, but now that I am here I couldn’t be more happy. A huge leather LoveSac holds us while we hold each other. Our hands seem to melt so perfectly together, so naturally like I was meant to be lying here next to this sweetest sleeping man in all the world. His chest moves heavy and slowly. His breath warms my cheek. My hair tangles with his as his head rests on mine. My arm beneath his strong bicep, my other lies across his chest. My left hand lays peacefully interlocked with his strong, yet gentle one. My other on his elbow and his on mine.
I want to memorize this. This pose, his smell, this feeling, this moment. So simple, so sweet. Like warm chocolate oatmeal cookies. Like cool, fresh apple juice from a thick oct-tangular glass. I softly kiss his forehead. It’s my little secret, he will never know. I wish I could enter his thoughts as he lies here dreaming. The muscles in his hand shudder a bit as he sinks deeper into sleep. His breathing slows and becomes deeper. I am so comfy, so calm, like there isn’t a care in the world. But there are cares. He has work early tomorrow morning and I am robbing him. As I am laying here composing I am making his next day more tough. Yes he is sleeping now, but he needs to climb in bed and go to sleep for real. And I must return home. Though I haven’t any reason except his. I must not be jealous. No matter how much I like this moment, it must end. For him. Oh how I wish I didn’t have to wake him. He is so peaceful and cute lying here beside me, holding me so warm. I slowly move my right hand to his shoulder and softly stroke his chin. One last deep breath and he opens his eyes and smiles at me. With those big brown eyes of his that melt me to the core. We untangle and he takes my hand as we walk to my car. I give him a hug and linger, holding him a little longer. Goodnights, sleep wells and then I hop into my chilly car, awaiting the next time I can lie awake next to him all wrapped up in his arms….
Bryon “Adonis” texted me a few days ago. He was wondering if I'd like to hang out this Friday night. Amazingly enough I don’t have work this Friday night so I consented. However while at the institute with McGee I saw him. We had a nice chat and I got to tell him all about a new computer that I’ll be getting soon (he is a computer geek). He then told me the reason why he wanted to “hangout” this weekend….He has been planning for a week how to let me down easy.
“So. Gc. The reason I wanted to hang out with you was to tell you that I don’t think we would ever work out.”
Ouch! Burned. Singed. (Please understand that this is the first ever time I have been rejected and it hurts worse than I thought it would) At least he was nice about it. There are many worse ways to smear someone. He even told me that I was a good friend. Thanks bud that helps a lot! J/K. I could probably still be friends, but it is going to take awhile for me to come around. I just don’t understand. It’s not like there’s another girl is there?
I am not sure why but I have decided to include this tribute that I wrote a few months ago:
I love the simplicity of him. His pure honesty. His genuineness and his innocence. How lucky am I to be here right now. The cold outside bites, but I am here all cozy warm. I love this feeling- whatever it is I do not know, but I love it so. The comfort, the perfect-ness. The relaxed feeling I get when I am with him. I was once afraid to reach this point, but now that I am here I couldn’t be more happy. A huge leather LoveSac holds us while we hold each other. Our hands seem to melt so perfectly together, so naturally like I was meant to be lying here next to this sweetest sleeping man in all the world. His chest moves heavy and slowly. His breath warms my cheek. My hair tangles with his as his head rests on mine. My arm beneath his strong bicep, my other lies across his chest. My left hand lays peacefully interlocked with his strong, yet gentle one. My other on his elbow and his on mine.
I want to memorize this. This pose, his smell, this feeling, this moment. So simple, so sweet. Like warm chocolate oatmeal cookies. Like cool, fresh apple juice from a thick oct-tangular glass. I softly kiss his forehead. It’s my little secret, he will never know. I wish I could enter his thoughts as he lies here dreaming. The muscles in his hand shudder a bit as he sinks deeper into sleep. His breathing slows and becomes deeper. I am so comfy, so calm, like there isn’t a care in the world. But there are cares. He has work early tomorrow morning and I am robbing him. As I am laying here composing I am making his next day more tough. Yes he is sleeping now, but he needs to climb in bed and go to sleep for real. And I must return home. Though I haven’t any reason except his. I must not be jealous. No matter how much I like this moment, it must end. For him. Oh how I wish I didn’t have to wake him. He is so peaceful and cute lying here beside me, holding me so warm. I slowly move my right hand to his shoulder and softly stroke his chin. One last deep breath and he opens his eyes and smiles at me. With those big brown eyes of his that melt me to the core. We untangle and he takes my hand as we walk to my car. I give him a hug and linger, holding him a little longer. Goodnights, sleep wells and then I hop into my chilly car, awaiting the next time I can lie awake next to him all wrapped up in his arms….
Tuesday, January 31
R e L i v e d
My opportunity has come.
The chance that I thought I would never have.
My prayer of deep desires has been answered.
It has finally arrived
I dreamed of the day when you’d hold me close,
And look deeply into my eyes.
I longed for the warmth of your hand,
Your hands that fit so perfectly in mine.
I was honored to be there by you,
Breathing slowly, deep, and in sync.
I have long wondered how you felt
And now I am so happy to know
Not more than a year ago
I ached for the loss of your love
And now I’ve been given this gift,
This chance to love you once more
But time is growing short
Sand pouring through the glass
The ticks and tocks they sound so deep
Reminding me that things can’t last
You are not mine; Can never be.
But that is not what I wanted so badly.
I got what I needed. Gained what I wished for
The chance for love is all that I asked
I guess Love is like money
You can never have enough
No matter what I’ve been given
I still want more
The chance that I thought I would never have.
My prayer of deep desires has been answered.
It has finally arrived
I dreamed of the day when you’d hold me close,
And look deeply into my eyes.
I longed for the warmth of your hand,
Your hands that fit so perfectly in mine.
I was honored to be there by you,
Breathing slowly, deep, and in sync.
I have long wondered how you felt
And now I am so happy to know
Not more than a year ago
I ached for the loss of your love
And now I’ve been given this gift,
This chance to love you once more
But time is growing short
Sand pouring through the glass
The ticks and tocks they sound so deep
Reminding me that things can’t last
You are not mine; Can never be.
But that is not what I wanted so badly.
I got what I needed. Gained what I wished for
The chance for love is all that I asked
I guess Love is like money
You can never have enough
No matter what I’ve been given
I still want more
Thursday, January 26
God has made him Great
Mr. McGee
Date #2
Let me start out by saying that within the last year I made a rule for myself to not go to the temple/temple grounds with any date. Well, I already broke that rule….
On Tuesday after "Teachings of the Living Prophets" we were playing Ping-pong as usual when he asked me if I’d like to join him in doing baptisms for the dead. I said Sure. Though at first I regretted it, I no longer do.
It was really nice to go to the Jordan River Temple the next day on Wednesday. I have not been for far too long. After doing baptisms we headed the Café Rio, one of our mutual favorites. We both got burritos enchilada style. Mine was Chicken with pinto beans and his was beef with black beans. We both like the green medium sauce. The restaurant was packed so we drove to his house to eat. When we pulled up to his “house” I made the comment: “So, is it the biggest in the neighborhood or just the second?”
He then taught me some tricky moves with his Nunchaku Nunchucks. (Watch out folks I can now kick your butt with them.) He demonstrated with wooden ones, but only let me use foam-covered ones. –Good thing, because if not I’d be covered in bruises.
Some Stats:
His love for the martial arts began when he was really young
He is adopted along with his older brother
He’ll be turning 22 in March
He works out loads
His father was a Monk
He has traveled by cruise chip to many exotic places in the world including Paris
He is very refined, proper and simply amazing
As I said before He doesn’t seem to realize just how hot he really is :)
Date #2
Let me start out by saying that within the last year I made a rule for myself to not go to the temple/temple grounds with any date. Well, I already broke that rule….
On Tuesday after "Teachings of the Living Prophets" we were playing Ping-pong as usual when he asked me if I’d like to join him in doing baptisms for the dead. I said Sure. Though at first I regretted it, I no longer do.
It was really nice to go to the Jordan River Temple the next day on Wednesday. I have not been for far too long. After doing baptisms we headed the Café Rio, one of our mutual favorites. We both got burritos enchilada style. Mine was Chicken with pinto beans and his was beef with black beans. We both like the green medium sauce. The restaurant was packed so we drove to his house to eat. When we pulled up to his “house” I made the comment: “So, is it the biggest in the neighborhood or just the second?”
He then taught me some tricky moves with his Nunchaku Nunchucks. (Watch out folks I can now kick your butt with them.) He demonstrated with wooden ones, but only let me use foam-covered ones. –Good thing, because if not I’d be covered in bruises.
Some Stats:
His love for the martial arts began when he was really young
He is adopted along with his older brother
He’ll be turning 22 in March
He works out loads
His father was a Monk
He has traveled by cruise chip to many exotic places in the world including Paris
He is very refined, proper and simply amazing
As I said before He doesn’t seem to realize just how hot he really is :)
Monday, January 23
Mr. McGee
Date #One
Wow, talk about a spiritual high! This amazing fellow recently got home from his mission in Hong Kong. He is the hottest looking guy on earth but he is so humble that he hasnt a clue. Girls melt as he walks by without him realizing anything. We play ping-pong everyday after our institute class together and then we often eat somewhere. The unfortunate guy has been trying to get a date with me for a few weeks now but I have been too busy working.
So last Wednesday at ten o'clock we went out for a date. We played Speed, Chess and Poker at my house and then we went out to Panda Express for lunch. I smeared him at Speed, and then I stale-mated his king in Chess. He totally kicked my butt though at Poker. I have the worst Poker-face ever. (Dont worry folks there was no money involved) -Good thing too, I would have lost my piggy-bank :)
Wow, talk about a spiritual high! This amazing fellow recently got home from his mission in Hong Kong. He is the hottest looking guy on earth but he is so humble that he hasnt a clue. Girls melt as he walks by without him realizing anything. We play ping-pong everyday after our institute class together and then we often eat somewhere. The unfortunate guy has been trying to get a date with me for a few weeks now but I have been too busy working.
So last Wednesday at ten o'clock we went out for a date. We played Speed, Chess and Poker at my house and then we went out to Panda Express for lunch. I smeared him at Speed, and then I stale-mated his king in Chess. He totally kicked my butt though at Poker. I have the worst Poker-face ever. (Dont worry folks there was no money involved) -Good thing too, I would have lost my piggy-bank :)
Wednesday, January 11
Her words:
"The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success." -Rev. Anna Garlin Spencer
Sunday, January 8
I always want what's out of reach
-Eve 6 said it and so must I.
I have been asked over and over again what I want to be when I grow up.
When I am asked this question I usually tell them I am not sure yet, that I am still considering my options or that I am simply undecided. But that isn’t completely true. I do know what I’d love doing for the rest of my life…it’s just too far out of reach.
What I want to be and/or do when I grow up:
(When that may be I do not know)
I want to travel. I want to go to Europe on a grand tour. Then I’ll go to Africa where I can build schoolhouses and read fairy tales to starving children. I want to be a nurse and a doctor. I want to heal people, especially kids. I will work in Primary Children’s Hospital for as long as I can before my heart breaks permanently. I want to be a chemist and a technician who creates new drugs to cure future cancers. I want to be an author. I want to write and publish all the great stories I will have when I grow up. I want to be a politician. I will do my best to turn things around. I’ll try to save the government from destroying itself and becoming corrupt. I want to paint and draw and create beautiful things that I can enjoy. I want to do abstract pieces most. I will be entertained when listening to people who try to understand what I was feeling at the time of creation. I want to be an architect. I want to design and help build my future mansion that I will call Home, Sweet home. I want to be a pilot. I want to fly an F-16 from one horizon to the other. I want to be a skydiving expert and be paid to throw myself out of a plane. I want to be an astronaut and go to the moon and the spaces beyond.
I have been asked over and over again what I want to be when I grow up.
When I am asked this question I usually tell them I am not sure yet, that I am still considering my options or that I am simply undecided. But that isn’t completely true. I do know what I’d love doing for the rest of my life…it’s just too far out of reach.
What I want to be and/or do when I grow up:
(When that may be I do not know)
I want to travel. I want to go to Europe on a grand tour. Then I’ll go to Africa where I can build schoolhouses and read fairy tales to starving children. I want to be a nurse and a doctor. I want to heal people, especially kids. I will work in Primary Children’s Hospital for as long as I can before my heart breaks permanently. I want to be a chemist and a technician who creates new drugs to cure future cancers. I want to be an author. I want to write and publish all the great stories I will have when I grow up. I want to be a politician. I will do my best to turn things around. I’ll try to save the government from destroying itself and becoming corrupt. I want to paint and draw and create beautiful things that I can enjoy. I want to do abstract pieces most. I will be entertained when listening to people who try to understand what I was feeling at the time of creation. I want to be an architect. I want to design and help build my future mansion that I will call Home, Sweet home. I want to be a pilot. I want to fly an F-16 from one horizon to the other. I want to be a skydiving expert and be paid to throw myself out of a plane. I want to be an astronaut and go to the moon and the spaces beyond.
Saturday, January 7
Holding Back Strikes
Mr. Retreat -His real name is Michael D. Keller
Date #2 -For some reason he is still interested in a third.
I guess dating a girl 8 yrs younger isnt that big of a deal for him.
Well forget the stats I gave you earlier. Half of them are wrong anyways. So I discovered tonight that he is actually 26 years old, which makes him eight years older than me. That is quite a bit too much for my comfort. Most guys that old are certainly looking to get married. So I decided that I am slowly going to back out now before I hurt anyone. I havent figured out how to do the backing-out part yet. suggestions anyone?
The poor fellow hasn’t bowled for years and I had to REALLY fake my skills in order to not smash his self-esteem. I purposely scored only 106. I hate holding back spares and strikes. I kept saying that my thumb was getting stuck and thats why I was "unlucky"
We watched Corpes Bride. This was my second time. The first was with Brown. And I’d like to say that I liked it much better the first time, and my date had a lot to do with it. The second time simply stank. It smelled like bad cheese or like wet dog. does that give you a clear picture of just how much fun we had this time?
How is it that on the first date I had a splendid time and the second date have almost the opposite?
Date #2 -For some reason he is still interested in a third.
I guess dating a girl 8 yrs younger isnt that big of a deal for him.
Well forget the stats I gave you earlier. Half of them are wrong anyways. So I discovered tonight that he is actually 26 years old, which makes him eight years older than me. That is quite a bit too much for my comfort. Most guys that old are certainly looking to get married. So I decided that I am slowly going to back out now before I hurt anyone. I havent figured out how to do the backing-out part yet. suggestions anyone?
The poor fellow hasn’t bowled for years and I had to REALLY fake my skills in order to not smash his self-esteem. I purposely scored only 106. I hate holding back spares and strikes. I kept saying that my thumb was getting stuck and thats why I was "unlucky"
We watched Corpes Bride. This was my second time. The first was with Brown. And I’d like to say that I liked it much better the first time, and my date had a lot to do with it. The second time simply stank. It smelled like bad cheese or like wet dog. does that give you a clear picture of just how much fun we had this time?
How is it that on the first date I had a splendid time and the second date have almost the opposite?
Tuesday, January 3
My goals for 2006:
1. Run until I can no longer walk -my track coach taught me that
2. Beat my P.R.(personal record) in the 400 meter sprint
3. Lose volume(fat) and gain weight(muscle)
4. Pray at every meal (which means at least 5 times daily)
5. Save money by not buying things that I don't really need
6. Learn something new every single day and share that new knowledge with someone else
7. Take up a new hobby or activity this year I am thinking Tennis
8. Pass all my classes this semester with good grades
9. Get a new job that I can excel at. $$$$$$! here I come
10. Wake up when my alarms goes off. The first time.
11. Do laundry twice a week. Never let the pile of dirty laundry get so big that it causes me nightmares.
12. I am NOT getting married this year or the next! You can count on it.
Note: #12 is not a challenge...It 's a promise :) I swear
2. Beat my P.R.(personal record) in the 400 meter sprint
3. Lose volume(fat) and gain weight(muscle)
4. Pray at every meal (which means at least 5 times daily)
5. Save money by not buying things that I don't really need
6. Learn something new every single day and share that new knowledge with someone else
7. Take up a new hobby or activity this year I am thinking Tennis
8. Pass all my classes this semester with good grades
9. Get a new job that I can excel at. $$$$$$! here I come
10. Wake up when my alarms goes off. The first time.
11. Do laundry twice a week. Never let the pile of dirty laundry get so big that it causes me nightmares.
12. I am NOT getting married this year or the next! You can count on it.
Note: #12 is not a challenge...It 's a promise :) I swear
Wednesday, December 28
More Ponderings:
Why would Dodge make a car called Ram?
I should stop doing these. they are kinda boring huh?
Can you put a Gay man in a straight jacket?
I should stop doing these. they are kinda boring huh?
Can you put a Gay man in a straight jacket?
Tuesday, December 27
Denial.Rejection.Refusal
I hate those words. What a terrible title to use. But I have none better.
Bravo! very impressive. I bet you found it accidently didnt you?
Mini Guapo If you can read this I would like to congrate you!
Date #4 Let me know of your genious though, I'd like to know so comment If you can read this little bit of white text. I like leaving surprises :)
We went downtown and walked around window shopping. I love going down there to just wander around among all the lights, excitement and busy people hurrying about.
I should put more spaces in so I can fill them up with random words.
We went in Tilt, the arcade, and he played two games of DDR. He is getting really good and can dance to many on Standard difficulty. I enjoy watching people who are as quick as he is.
Mini Guapo taught me a new word on date three: Pulchritude.
It started to rain again, but this time it was really coming down hard. We headed back to the car and drove to his house. For dinner we had really yummy soup. I had a few refills before dessert which was a pumpkin cake and cream cheese roll. –Mmm…it was heavenly. We then watched the musical “Thoroughly Modern Millie”. During the movie's intermission we ate really delicious homemade peppermint ice cream that his dad made. The real El Guapo asked me to kindly remove all the places/names so now its empty.
After the movie we decided that I’d better get heading home. He drove me to where my car was parked and on the way he asked me if I would ever consider dating.
He wanted to be my boyfriend. And I told him that we couldn’t have that. I am not ready for that kind of relationship right now with him. And truthfully I don’t know if I would ever be ready. The hardest part is that I don’t have any clear reasons. There are many I could write but so many of them can be looked past or overcome.
I really like hanging out with him. I always have loads of fun with him and he is always making me laugh. His family is sweet, nice and seem to enjoy my company. I truly hope that we can be good friends although we live so very far away.
I had been blind to his intentions and now I've rejected him. I feel awful. I do however know that we wouldn't have worked out. I am so sorry. Five guys have now asked me out and I've said no to all five.
Bravo! very impressive. I bet you found it accidently didnt you?
Mini Guapo If you can read this I would like to congrate you!
Date #4 Let me know of your genious though, I'd like to know so comment If you can read this little bit of white text. I like leaving surprises :)
We went downtown and walked around window shopping. I love going down there to just wander around among all the lights, excitement and busy people hurrying about.
I should put more spaces in so I can fill them up with random words.
We went in Tilt, the arcade, and he played two games of DDR. He is getting really good and can dance to many on Standard difficulty. I enjoy watching people who are as quick as he is.
Mini Guapo taught me a new word on date three: Pulchritude.
It started to rain again, but this time it was really coming down hard. We headed back to the car and drove to his house. For dinner we had really yummy soup. I had a few refills before dessert which was a pumpkin cake and cream cheese roll. –Mmm…it was heavenly. We then watched the musical “Thoroughly Modern Millie”. During the movie's intermission we ate really delicious homemade peppermint ice cream that his dad made. The real El Guapo asked me to kindly remove all the places/names so now its empty.
After the movie we decided that I’d better get heading home. He drove me to where my car was parked and on the way he asked me if I would ever consider dating.
He wanted to be my boyfriend. And I told him that we couldn’t have that. I am not ready for that kind of relationship right now with him. And truthfully I don’t know if I would ever be ready. The hardest part is that I don’t have any clear reasons. There are many I could write but so many of them can be looked past or overcome.
I really like hanging out with him. I always have loads of fun with him and he is always making me laugh. His family is sweet, nice and seem to enjoy my company. I truly hope that we can be good friends although we live so very far away.
I had been blind to his intentions and now I've rejected him. I feel awful. I do however know that we wouldn't have worked out. I am so sorry. Five guys have now asked me out and I've said no to all five.
Saturday, December 24
Absolutes:
-Everyone hates the way that their voice sounds on an answering machine
-We are all addicted (don't say you are not because you will be lying)
-We all engage in trangressive behaviours (however we justify them well)
-We all have an accent. some sound better than others though
-Everyone has thought that there were hidden cameras watching them at some point (and most believe that their life is camera-worthy) I love you Crisco! I have fun coming up with responses to your comments.
Feel free to add your own to the list
-We are all addicted (don't say you are not because you will be lying)
-We all engage in trangressive behaviours (however we justify them well)
-We all have an accent. some sound better than others though
-Everyone has thought that there were hidden cameras watching them at some point (and most believe that their life is camera-worthy) I love you Crisco! I have fun coming up with responses to your comments.
Feel free to add your own to the list
Lunch with Mr. Brown
Yumm… You gotta love Fazolis! Whoever thought of making Italian fast food is a genious! Mmmm....Toasty! Quiznos Rules!
I made a "Build your own pasta" -Fettacini Alfredo topped with Garlic Shrimp. And Brown got a Grilled Chicken Panini. We ate plenty of those delicious Garlic Breadsticks (They are the reason I go there. he, he) Here is another secret message (he, he)
While there his Coach Chris of many fond years came in with his son. And on our way out we ran into Heather Zundel going in with her mom. Goodness its been forever since I've seen her. What fun.
I love ya Mr. Brown. Lets go to lunch again sometime :)
I made a "Build your own pasta" -Fettacini Alfredo topped with Garlic Shrimp. And Brown got a Grilled Chicken Panini. We ate plenty of those delicious Garlic Breadsticks (They are the reason I go there. he, he) Here is another secret message (he, he)
While there his Coach Chris of many fond years came in with his son. And on our way out we ran into Heather Zundel going in with her mom. Goodness its been forever since I've seen her. What fun.
I love ya Mr. Brown. Lets go to lunch again sometime :)
Friday, December 23
100 things you may or may not know about me
11- I haven't seen a whole movie that I've sat through for a while now.
12- I am evolving: I am learning to sleep places I never thought possible
13- I love holding hands,
14- I think warm oatmeal cookies go best with a cool glass of apple juice
15- Christmas time is so very Merry and I couldnt love the feeling more
16- It's one o'clock but I am not sleepy yet tonight. I wonder why
I plan on it hitting me soon though
17- I dream most before I fall asleep and after I wake in the mornings
18- I love sleeping in late for no reason other than that I love my cozy feather bed
19- Lying in my bed feels like a big bear hug Mmmm...
20- I love big bear hugs. But not as much as I love holding hands
12- I am evolving: I am learning to sleep places I never thought possible
13- I love holding hands,
14- I think warm oatmeal cookies go best with a cool glass of apple juice
15- Christmas time is so very Merry and I couldnt love the feeling more
16- It's one o'clock but I am not sleepy yet tonight. I wonder why
I plan on it hitting me soon though
17- I dream most before I fall asleep and after I wake in the mornings
18- I love sleeping in late for no reason other than that I love my cozy feather bed
19- Lying in my bed feels like a big bear hug Mmmm...
20- I love big bear hugs. But not as much as I love holding hands
Thursday, December 22
Vince
Date number? Sorry I really haven't a clue. Maybe 789, or 864 :)
We went to his work Christmas party. Too bad he recently started and is kinda antisocial at work. However his sister, bro-in-law and cute nephew was there to hang out with. Santa came and gave his nephew a huge Tonka truck. The two year old was driving like a maniac hitting ankles, shoes, tables, chairs and other innocent victims. But the laughs were certainly worth it. There has been major drinking at this party other years. Too bad not this year. I love laughing at the crazy things drunks do. -Please dont judge me because I wrote that folks okay?
Movie after at my house. Bourne Supremacy. (I saw Bourne Identity last week with Adonis, but too bad I won't be writing anything about that adventure for you all to read.) Then we had a political debate which I somehow started. NOT a good idea folks! We had our first ever "argument" last Saturday. It's certainly a good thing he loves me too much to kill me :) Michael would be very sad to know that Bryon held my hand first :(
"Come the millennium month twelve in the home of the greatest power, The village idiot will come forth to be acclaimed the leader." -Nostradamus, 1555
We went to his work Christmas party. Too bad he recently started and is kinda antisocial at work. However his sister, bro-in-law and cute nephew was there to hang out with. Santa came and gave his nephew a huge Tonka truck. The two year old was driving like a maniac hitting ankles, shoes, tables, chairs and other innocent victims. But the laughs were certainly worth it. There has been major drinking at this party other years. Too bad not this year. I love laughing at the crazy things drunks do. -Please dont judge me because I wrote that folks okay?
Movie after at my house. Bourne Supremacy. (I saw Bourne Identity last week with Adonis, but too bad I won't be writing anything about that adventure for you all to read.) Then we had a political debate which I somehow started. NOT a good idea folks! We had our first ever "argument" last Saturday. It's certainly a good thing he loves me too much to kill me :) Michael would be very sad to know that Bryon held my hand first :(
"Come the millennium month twelve in the home of the greatest power, The village idiot will come forth to be acclaimed the leader." -Nostradamus, 1555
Wednesday, December 21
My first Blind Date
I have not laughed so hard in my entire life!
My gut hurt, my smile hurt, and my heart hurt because I knew I could never have him. Boondocks for dinner. He must have read my mind because I LOVE phillipino food! Comedy show downtown after. Again I must say that I haven't laughed so good for too long. Cute guy, sweet, return missionary, super sense of humor, gentleman. He was everything I want...And more :)
Problem? again I am too young, and my sister hooked us up. -This means that he originally thought I was more like her. I think I thoroughly disappointed him. We also doubled with sweet Winx and she is everything I am not. He loved her many ever-changing facial expressions. Come on, who doens't? Oh well, I set a new record for my laugh hurting so much :)
My gut hurt, my smile hurt, and my heart hurt because I knew I could never have him. Boondocks for dinner. He must have read my mind because I LOVE phillipino food! Comedy show downtown after. Again I must say that I haven't laughed so good for too long. Cute guy, sweet, return missionary, super sense of humor, gentleman. He was everything I want...And more :)
Problem? again I am too young, and my sister hooked us up. -This means that he originally thought I was more like her. I think I thoroughly disappointed him. We also doubled with sweet Winx and she is everything I am not. He loved her many ever-changing facial expressions. Come on, who doens't? Oh well, I set a new record for my laugh hurting so much :)
Tuesday, December 20
Mini Guapo
We went on date number three Saturday afternoon. The first was a BBQ in Ogden and the second a ward party and movie.
We ate lunch at European Connections in Jordan Landing. We had plenty of time so we visited Circuit City to play some Xbox. The movie we saw was Pride and Predudice, its a really good chick-flick. Afterwards we got ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery. I got a "Peanut Butter Cup Perfection." -Mmm, that is so good!
We listened to the same different music and had the same GREAT time as the first two. We had a nice after date chit-chat in the car outside my house. He is a great gentleman -it seems all very natural for him :) Dang why does he have to be so extremely hot?
We ate lunch at European Connections in Jordan Landing. We had plenty of time so we visited Circuit City to play some Xbox. The movie we saw was Pride and Predudice, its a really good chick-flick. Afterwards we got ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery. I got a "Peanut Butter Cup Perfection." -Mmm, that is so good!
We listened to the same different music and had the same GREAT time as the first two. We had a nice after date chit-chat in the car outside my house. He is a great gentleman -it seems all very natural for him :) Dang why does he have to be so extremely hot?
Monday, December 19
Mr. Retreat
Two Saturdays ago my student ward had a winter retreat at a cabin in Park City. I went to the institute to join a carpool heading up the canyon, and there he was: Mr. tall, dark, handsome, big truck, muscular, corduroys and that captivating smile. He opened all the doors –we weren’t on a date. The reason I carpooled with him is because Adonis was working late. Sometimes great things come from unfortunate situations. After a dinner of salad, wussy rolls and instant potatoes, he asked me on a date for Friday.
On the date: We ate a delicious homemade dinner (which he made entirely by himself) at his studio apartment. I have never eaten better on a date EVER! We were joined my his sister and brother-in-law. Afterwards we went to Chronicals of Narnia downtown. Both dates he has given me really good gum. I gotta have more :)
Stats:
He is going to ITT tech to learn how to make video games for a living. He is 24 yrs old and doesn’t know I am only 18 yet. He invited me to go caroling with his family sunday.
He grew up in Oklahoma. His youngest sisters name is mine and the sister I met is my newest friend. He could pull off being a firefighter. (Ya, he is that tough) He wears the same deodorant that Vince, Curtis and Adonis does. EVERYONE seems to wear it
I would love to go on a second :)
On the date: We ate a delicious homemade dinner (which he made entirely by himself) at his studio apartment. I have never eaten better on a date EVER! We were joined my his sister and brother-in-law. Afterwards we went to Chronicals of Narnia downtown. Both dates he has given me really good gum. I gotta have more :)
Stats:
He is going to ITT tech to learn how to make video games for a living. He is 24 yrs old and doesn’t know I am only 18 yet. He invited me to go caroling with his family sunday.
He grew up in Oklahoma. His youngest sisters name is mine and the sister I met is my newest friend. He could pull off being a firefighter. (Ya, he is that tough) He wears the same deodorant that Vince, Curtis and Adonis does. EVERYONE seems to wear it
I would love to go on a second :)
Sunday, December 18
2 ½ years
Mr. Brown seems to think I am well experienced in the world of dating because I date much more than him. I however, disagree. I know next to nothing. I am confident that I won’t be an expert dater until I have been in every imaginable situation with every kind of guy in every stage of relationship. This is quite impossible of course. But I am going to start now to get as much experience as possible. Perhaps I will write little bits about every date I go on from now on. Well maybe I'll start with a month ago and work up. I have only 2 ½ years left to gain all of this knowledge and experience. That isn’t very much time…I had better get to work :)
Tuesday, December 13
Love….Drama?
No, I don’t really think so…At least not anymore.
Not since Adonis taught me patience. Yes I know he didn’t do it intentionally, but it is because of him that I no longer think love is dramatic. Heather's love life is WAY dramatic though.
Now I am not talking about the drama that includes excitement, liveliness, and surprise because I think love has plenty of that; I mean the stressful drama. The kind of drama you feel when you think too much about why things are/aren’t happening. If you are always worrying about what to do concerning your confusing love life you may relate to this kind of drama.
The reason I don’t think my love life is dramatic is because I just don’t think too much about it all. I have learned to because I would have gone crazy long by now trying to figure mine out. I have learned to just let things happen. How can anyone fall in love when they are freaking out about how dramatic love is? Your love-life is only dramatic if YOU choose to make it so.
Not since Adonis taught me patience. Yes I know he didn’t do it intentionally, but it is because of him that I no longer think love is dramatic. Heather's love life is WAY dramatic though.
Now I am not talking about the drama that includes excitement, liveliness, and surprise because I think love has plenty of that; I mean the stressful drama. The kind of drama you feel when you think too much about why things are/aren’t happening. If you are always worrying about what to do concerning your confusing love life you may relate to this kind of drama.
The reason I don’t think my love life is dramatic is because I just don’t think too much about it all. I have learned to because I would have gone crazy long by now trying to figure mine out. I have learned to just let things happen. How can anyone fall in love when they are freaking out about how dramatic love is? Your love-life is only dramatic if YOU choose to make it so.
Thursday, December 8
GrizzlyButt
What is wrong with me?
Not only is he my friend, but he is completely off limits. He loves his girlfriend and she will someday marry him. Yet…again and again he tempts me. He gave me a taste and then ripped it away. I almost want to say those words but I mustn’t because they can’t be true.
The words are: I like him alot. Boring huh?
We are opposites in everyway my dear. You may love me some, but it is only a tear compared to the ocean of love you have for her. So why? Why do you take me to fancy, exotic places? Why must you put your arm around me as we watched a movie? It is all a lie and you are more aware of it than I. you are playing with me. I am your cure for loneliness while she is away. And although I know you only think of her when you are with me I am swept away. She and I happen to wear the same perfume. I know that isn’t the only reason you like me, but it is certainly deep in the explanation.
The perfume I wear is Ralph Lauren. Mmm that stuff is yummy
How can I love and hate you at the same time? We were the best buds in Elementary, oh how I wish I could turn back time. I wanted you to be mine; we loved each other before we knew what it love was. He had long hair in Elem :)
I just wish you would stop.playing.with.my.heart!-I could say that a 2nd time!
I simply can not take it anymore. My heart is elsewhere now; miles away from you. So stop playin’ your games. My heart can not be stolen away by the likes of you. No. I will resist. No amount of compliments or sweet talk will change my mind. You have to go. No matter what I have written here I still love the guy. He means too much to me.
Sorry, although I just barely told you I was interested, I won’t be going on that other “buddy” date with you. It really is cruel what you’re doing to me. But you put me through it none-the-less. You don’t care about me so stop saying it. –you need me. You NEED me……because you don’t have her.
Not only is he my friend, but he is completely off limits. He loves his girlfriend and she will someday marry him. Yet…again and again he tempts me. He gave me a taste and then ripped it away. I almost want to say those words but I mustn’t because they can’t be true.
The words are: I like him alot. Boring huh?
We are opposites in everyway my dear. You may love me some, but it is only a tear compared to the ocean of love you have for her. So why? Why do you take me to fancy, exotic places? Why must you put your arm around me as we watched a movie? It is all a lie and you are more aware of it than I. you are playing with me. I am your cure for loneliness while she is away. And although I know you only think of her when you are with me I am swept away. She and I happen to wear the same perfume. I know that isn’t the only reason you like me, but it is certainly deep in the explanation.
The perfume I wear is Ralph Lauren. Mmm that stuff is yummy
How can I love and hate you at the same time? We were the best buds in Elementary, oh how I wish I could turn back time. I wanted you to be mine; we loved each other before we knew what it love was. He had long hair in Elem :)
I just wish you would stop.playing.with.my.heart!-I could say that a 2nd time!
I simply can not take it anymore. My heart is elsewhere now; miles away from you. So stop playin’ your games. My heart can not be stolen away by the likes of you. No. I will resist. No amount of compliments or sweet talk will change my mind. You have to go. No matter what I have written here I still love the guy. He means too much to me.
Sorry, although I just barely told you I was interested, I won’t be going on that other “buddy” date with you. It really is cruel what you’re doing to me. But you put me through it none-the-less. You don’t care about me so stop saying it. –you need me. You NEED me……because you don’t have her.
Wednesday, December 7
I said this, and then you said that...
By dating Adonis I am learning a lot about myself. The largest of these is that I have a superb memory.
I can remember conversations that I have had with people years ago. And most of what I recall had no emotional impact on me. By simply pausing for a moment I can transport myself through time and space. And sitting before me will be you. Stored in my mind are thousands of words that form conversation and I can usually recall it all; including body language. Crazy enough I might just remember exactly what you are wearing. To many of you, you are probably the same way. But there are quite a few folks out there who aren’t, and it’s not because they don’t care. There is probably something much more demanding running through their thoughts. I am forever grateful for my mind and its great memory. I can’t imagine life without that vault of past conversations.
I can remember conversations that I have had with people years ago. And most of what I recall had no emotional impact on me. By simply pausing for a moment I can transport myself through time and space. And sitting before me will be you. Stored in my mind are thousands of words that form conversation and I can usually recall it all; including body language. Crazy enough I might just remember exactly what you are wearing. To many of you, you are probably the same way. But there are quite a few folks out there who aren’t, and it’s not because they don’t care. There is probably something much more demanding running through their thoughts. I am forever grateful for my mind and its great memory. I can’t imagine life without that vault of past conversations.
Monday, December 5
What do you think?
I began writing this back in January, it is my first attempt to write a fantasy:
The darkness flew past Aurora, as Merideth galloped swiftly through the Ruelar Woods. Her silk covered body moved as one with her Arabian stallion.
He needed her to hurry; they needed her. The people of the Dreka Village were a curious people, only coming out at night. They feared her powers greatly, but needed her badly. She would not give up until she could help them. She could feel the presence of the magical Adamantium Mountains as she drew closer.
The Jenyo which hung on a chain over her heart began glowing red…a warning of danger. -An evil was lurking near. She could feel it closing in around her. The Beast knew she was there, and He would soon show himself.
She could not stop for anything. She had not slept in three days now. But tonight she would stop and rest after she arrived in the village with him.
Merideth was the prime stallion; the fastest stallion in the old world. Looking down she could see the muscles rippling beneath her. The glossy coat looked mystical in the darkness.
Aurora loved riding fast. It made her feel like she was riding Adriean, the Emerald Dragon again. The last time she flew, she was with Rueben her love.
She could see the light growing ahead of her. They were almost out of the Woods. Suddenly something jumped out in front of them. Then there were three, then six. Their weapons were raised. Merideth skidded to a stop in front of them. Two-foot tall warriors surrounded them. They had long white beards and bald heads. They had masks covering their eyes, and were speaking to each other in a language she did not understand. They had bare chests and loin cloths. They were all draped with stone-bead necklaces. Many had little spears with poisoned tips, but others had arrows.
Aurora reached for her razor-sharp dagger. Before she had even pulled it out, one of them shot her in the back. In fury she swung around and threw the dagger. Before she could see if she hit her target, everything went black as she fell off her stallion
I hope you all like it. I wont be finishing it no matter what you think though. Sad I know, but I dont have it in me anymore.
So what do you think, should I continue?
The darkness flew past Aurora, as Merideth galloped swiftly through the Ruelar Woods. Her silk covered body moved as one with her Arabian stallion.
He needed her to hurry; they needed her. The people of the Dreka Village were a curious people, only coming out at night. They feared her powers greatly, but needed her badly. She would not give up until she could help them. She could feel the presence of the magical Adamantium Mountains as she drew closer.
The Jenyo which hung on a chain over her heart began glowing red…a warning of danger. -An evil was lurking near. She could feel it closing in around her. The Beast knew she was there, and He would soon show himself.
She could not stop for anything. She had not slept in three days now. But tonight she would stop and rest after she arrived in the village with him.
Merideth was the prime stallion; the fastest stallion in the old world. Looking down she could see the muscles rippling beneath her. The glossy coat looked mystical in the darkness.
Aurora loved riding fast. It made her feel like she was riding Adriean, the Emerald Dragon again. The last time she flew, she was with Rueben her love.
She could see the light growing ahead of her. They were almost out of the Woods. Suddenly something jumped out in front of them. Then there were three, then six. Their weapons were raised. Merideth skidded to a stop in front of them. Two-foot tall warriors surrounded them. They had long white beards and bald heads. They had masks covering their eyes, and were speaking to each other in a language she did not understand. They had bare chests and loin cloths. They were all draped with stone-bead necklaces. Many had little spears with poisoned tips, but others had arrows.
Aurora reached for her razor-sharp dagger. Before she had even pulled it out, one of them shot her in the back. In fury she swung around and threw the dagger. Before she could see if she hit her target, everything went black as she fell off her stallion
I hope you all like it. I wont be finishing it no matter what you think though. Sad I know, but I dont have it in me anymore.
So what do you think, should I continue?
Thursday, December 1
YOU ARE STILL IN THIS GAME
Today I was listening to a CD of mine while in the car.
(You have a copy of it by the way.)
First I’d like to say that I love good lyrics.
Some music has them and many do not.
But this CD is full of the best.
I salute you for your courage
I applaud your perseverance
I embrace you for your faith in the face of adversarial forces
I support you in your trusting
I commend you for your wisdom
I'm amazed by your surrender in the face of threatening forces
And for some reason the mood of the song reminded me of you…
I find myself thinking of you more and more lately. And so I write this for you.
However, I have decided to tell you through this channel in hopes that you will assume I am talking to someone other than yourself. For reasons that I am not sure about.
I cannot express in words what I think when thoughts of you enter my mind.
I am so filled with joy and peace when memories glide through my thoughts.I look up to you; you are my true superior in every way. Your ability to love; your understanding of me surpasses my own. You are still a better bowler than I. I am not so sure anymore if I hurt you more that I hurt myself when I chose someone over you. My heart still aches and burns in regret for those times long past. Sometimes they say I like F.M. for more reasons than I realize. And I agree. I know I love their music for what it is, but also because of whom I think of when I listen to them. And I know I am just going to frustrate you when you read this. I realize that. And I timidly accept it. Some things must be said. I was once dishonest with you. And it is eating me up inside, so this is my confession. You read something that I wrote while you were going out with your cuddle-buddy. It relit something deep within you, yet it also confused you. It was on your mind for days on end. You even spoke to BassChik about your concern. You weren’t sure how to respond or how to feel about my declaration. That is when I told you it was old, that I wrote it back when I chose over you. However that was NOT the case. I wrote it the same day that I posted it. and dang, it was as pure as gold and as true as anything. Now don’t freak out on me, it’s not true today. But that is only because I am getting really good at suppressing my feelings...
(You have a copy of it by the way.)
First I’d like to say that I love good lyrics.
Some music has them and many do not.
But this CD is full of the best.
I salute you for your courage
I applaud your perseverance
I embrace you for your faith in the face of adversarial forces
I support you in your trusting
I commend you for your wisdom
I'm amazed by your surrender in the face of threatening forces
And for some reason the mood of the song reminded me of you…
I find myself thinking of you more and more lately. And so I write this for you.
However, I have decided to tell you through this channel in hopes that you will assume I am talking to someone other than yourself. For reasons that I am not sure about.
I cannot express in words what I think when thoughts of you enter my mind.
I am so filled with joy and peace when memories glide through my thoughts.I look up to you; you are my true superior in every way. Your ability to love; your understanding of me surpasses my own. You are still a better bowler than I. I am not so sure anymore if I hurt you more that I hurt myself when I chose someone over you. My heart still aches and burns in regret for those times long past. Sometimes they say I like F.M. for more reasons than I realize. And I agree. I know I love their music for what it is, but also because of whom I think of when I listen to them. And I know I am just going to frustrate you when you read this. I realize that. And I timidly accept it. Some things must be said. I was once dishonest with you. And it is eating me up inside, so this is my confession. You read something that I wrote while you were going out with your cuddle-buddy. It relit something deep within you, yet it also confused you. It was on your mind for days on end. You even spoke to BassChik about your concern. You weren’t sure how to respond or how to feel about my declaration. That is when I told you it was old, that I wrote it back when I chose over you. However that was NOT the case. I wrote it the same day that I posted it. and dang, it was as pure as gold and as true as anything. Now don’t freak out on me, it’s not true today. But that is only because I am getting really good at suppressing my feelings...
Tuesday, November 29
If I could have any Superpower I would choose…
The ability to read people’s minds!
Why you may ask. Well, I will tell you:
Now close your eyes and imagine with me…
(Okay never mind, don’t close your eyes because then you can’t read. Duh)
With the power to read minds I would:
Read the thoughts of my dates. Dang that would be SO nice
Make anyone laugh because I’d know what makes them tick.
More easily solve problems and arguments.
Be the ultimate lie detector in the police field.
Finally understand how Men’s brains work.
Solve mysteries and crimes. I am very, very sneaky sir
Never falsely accuse or blame.
Predict future events, plots and intents.
Always know the needs of others and know how best to meet them.
Know where people are and how they are feeling.
Persuade buyers and be the best salesperson ever.
Hang around others with the same goals and aspirations.
Make myself better by following the suggestions of friends.
Know when someone is lying to me and discover why.
Never get caught being gullible again. At least I'd hope not
Surpass Batman because I could fight crime BEFORE it happens.
Transport myself through time so I could be a “Thought Police” in 1984.
I love that book, if you havent read it yet, DO!
Sounds great doesn’t it? But of course “With great knowledge, comes great responsibility.” I would not want such a Superpower unless I could easily control it; the ability to turn it on and off.
So which Power would YOU choose?
Why you may ask. Well, I will tell you:
Now close your eyes and imagine with me…
(Okay never mind, don’t close your eyes because then you can’t read. Duh)
With the power to read minds I would:
Read the thoughts of my dates. Dang that would be SO nice
Make anyone laugh because I’d know what makes them tick.
More easily solve problems and arguments.
Be the ultimate lie detector in the police field.
Finally understand how Men’s brains work.
Solve mysteries and crimes. I am very, very sneaky sir
Never falsely accuse or blame.
Predict future events, plots and intents.
Always know the needs of others and know how best to meet them.
Know where people are and how they are feeling.
Persuade buyers and be the best salesperson ever.
Hang around others with the same goals and aspirations.
Make myself better by following the suggestions of friends.
Know when someone is lying to me and discover why.
Never get caught being gullible again. At least I'd hope not
Surpass Batman because I could fight crime BEFORE it happens.
Transport myself through time so I could be a “Thought Police” in 1984.
I love that book, if you havent read it yet, DO!
Sounds great doesn’t it? But of course “With great knowledge, comes great responsibility.” I would not want such a Superpower unless I could easily control it; the ability to turn it on and off.
So which Power would YOU choose?
Wednesday, November 23
El Guapo Sandwich
Truly created by a Master -No one alive is faster
Soft white sesame breads –Not that gross wheat that sheds
Rich, creamy Ranch dressing –It’s great, start confessing
Sliced Jalapenos on top –Give it that special pop
Chicken in Mesquite dips –(The stuff goes to my hips)
Holey-moley Swiss cheese –Don’t forget the Cheddar please!
Crispy bacon scents fill my nasal –Add Oregano and some Basil
Send it through the flaming toaster –“Put this sub up on a poster!”
No! Lettuce is not allowed –Load on the 81, make him proud!
You’ll get thirsty, Grab a DEW –Get a pile of napkins too
Come around, buy a few -It always tastes so fresh and new
Created by SHAKES(peare)
DEDICATED TO BRONSON
Soft white sesame breads –Not that gross wheat that sheds
Rich, creamy Ranch dressing –It’s great, start confessing
Sliced Jalapenos on top –Give it that special pop
Chicken in Mesquite dips –(The stuff goes to my hips)
Holey-moley Swiss cheese –Don’t forget the Cheddar please!
Crispy bacon scents fill my nasal –Add Oregano and some Basil
Send it through the flaming toaster –“Put this sub up on a poster!”
No! Lettuce is not allowed –Load on the 81, make him proud!
You’ll get thirsty, Grab a DEW –Get a pile of napkins too
Come around, buy a few -It always tastes so fresh and new
Created by SHAKES(peare)
DEDICATED TO BRONSON
Tuesday, November 22
Random Pondering
If you had x-ray vision, and could see through anything,
wouldn't you see through everything and actually see nothing?
Monday, November 21
First Kisses
BITTER?
Naive, inexperienced, immature, awkward, fallacious, insincere.
The reason I wrote this is because Adonis and I were playing
-OR- the game Apples to Apples and the green card read:
Naive and he put down First kisses thinking his card would
SWEET? be chosen. I dont get guys, they make O sense
Pleasant, innocent, harmless, untainted, genuine, delightful.
Naive, inexperienced, immature, awkward, fallacious, insincere.
The reason I wrote this is because Adonis and I were playing
-OR- the game Apples to Apples and the green card read:
Naive and he put down First kisses thinking his card would
SWEET? be chosen. I dont get guys, they make O sense
Pleasant, innocent, harmless, untainted, genuine, delightful.
Friday, November 11
Cow Tipping
THE TIMESIT IS the kind of story you hear from a friend of a friend — how, after a long night in a rural hostelry and at a loss for entertainment in the countryside, they head out into a nearby field.
There, according to the second-hand accounts, they sneak up on an unsuspecting cow and turn the poor animal hoof over udder.
But now, much to the relief of dairy herds, the sport of cow-tipping has been debunked as an urban, or perhaps rural, myth by scientists at a Canadian university.
Margo Lillie, a doctor of zoology at the University of British Columbia, and her student Tracy Boechler have conducted a study on the physics of cow-tipping.
Ms Boechler, now a trainee forensics analyst for the Royal Canadian Mounted Corps, concluded in her initial report that a cow standing with its legs straight would require five people to exert the required force to bowl it over.
A cow of 1.45 meters in height pushed at an angle of 23.4 degrees relative to the ground would require 2,910 Newton’s of force, equivalent to 4.43 people, she wrote.
Dr Lillie, Ms Boechler’s supervisor, revised the calculations so that two people could exert the required amount of force to tip a static cow, but only if it did not react.
“The static physics of the issue say . . . two people might be able to tip a cow,” she said. “But the cow would have to be tipped quickly — the cow’s centre of mass would have to be pushed over its hoof before the cow could react.”
Newton’s second law of motion, force equals mass multiplied by acceleration, shows that the high acceleration necessary to tip the cow would require a higher force. “Biology also complicates the issue here because the faster the [human] muscles have to contract, the lower the force they can produce. But I suspect that even if a dynamic physics model suggests cow tipping is possible, the biology ultimately gets in the way: a cow is simply not a rigid, unresponding body.”
Another problem is that cows, unlike horses, do not sleep on their feet — they doze. Ms Boechler said that cows are easily disturbed. “I have personally heard of people trying but failing because they are either using too few people or being too loud. “Most of these ‘athletes’ are intoxicated.”
Todays Quotes:
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
- Peter F. Drucker
You must begin to think of yourself as becoming the person you want to be.
- David Viscott
- Peter F. Drucker
You must begin to think of yourself as becoming the person you want to be.
- David Viscott
I almost chucked my visor out of the car window today
The sun visor in my old Camry is quite rusty these days. It is wearing out from serious over use. I must use all my strength to pull it off the clip and move it over the side window. My dad is a squeak freak, so he kindly greased it up for me yesterday without my knowledge.
On my way home from school today the sun was in my eyes. My natural instinct is to cover the sun with the visor. And that’s what I did. But because my muscle memory remembers how difficult it usually is to move I ripped too hard and too dangerously fast. And I threw it right out the window. I almost busted it off the hinge!
I am so VERY grateful the window was down. Had it not been I would be in the hospital with a crushed hand now. What a story that would be to tell everyone! I have to chuckle when I think of the cars around me who saw. Can you imagine seeing someone push their visor out the window so it was sticking straight out? What fun!
On my way home from school today the sun was in my eyes. My natural instinct is to cover the sun with the visor. And that’s what I did. But because my muscle memory remembers how difficult it usually is to move I ripped too hard and too dangerously fast. And I threw it right out the window. I almost busted it off the hinge!
I am so VERY grateful the window was down. Had it not been I would be in the hospital with a crushed hand now. What a story that would be to tell everyone! I have to chuckle when I think of the cars around me who saw. Can you imagine seeing someone push their visor out the window so it was sticking straight out? What fun!
Sunday, November 6
Puzzled
I am sitting before you as a very confused daughter of God. I have spiritually been placed in a blender. I wish God had not given me such a desire to seek knowledge about other beliefs. Religion has always fascinated me. It is human nature to question; yet I know we must set aside the natural man. I believe the Bible to be the Word of God, as long as it is translated correctly, but I sure wish all Bible-reading religions translated it the same.
Friday, November 4
My last name is Terry
It’s much better than Terri.
I have a friend named Gary
Who is always bright and merry.
As we run through the prairie
We sometimes pick a berry
On our way to the dairy.
The owner is quite a fairy
He is really tall and hairy.
His wife’s name is Cheri
She is short and very scary.
I think she’ll soon remarry
To her new boyfriend Larry
He’s a much bigger fairy
Than her current hubby Jerry.
Someday soon I’ll marry
Hopefully to my dear Harry
I’ll change my name to Mary
And call our daughter Carrie.
Then we’ll buy us a Canary
And name her Contrary
It’s much better than Terri.
I have a friend named Gary
Who is always bright and merry.
As we run through the prairie
We sometimes pick a berry
On our way to the dairy.
The owner is quite a fairy
He is really tall and hairy.
His wife’s name is Cheri
She is short and very scary.
I think she’ll soon remarry
To her new boyfriend Larry
He’s a much bigger fairy
Than her current hubby Jerry.
Someday soon I’ll marry
Hopefully to my dear Harry
I’ll change my name to Mary
And call our daughter Carrie.
Then we’ll buy us a Canary
And name her Contrary
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