Sunday, August 23, 2009

Summer Lovin'.

$3 cameras, polaroids, cup of joe, birthday parties, sitting on roofs, driver's ed, asian gardens, stickam, teen trust, "she has two v's!", adorable little kids, movie nights, walgreens, smokey the bear, village inn, kanye west, cosplay, sleepovers, copies of my novel, band practice, parks, gum and noodle cups, abstract playgrounds, cruisin', holmes id lanyards, following cute boys, my waterloo days, driving around at 3 am, prostitutes at Wonderbread, boxcars, odd coincidences, winding up in the middle of nowhere, cemetary night drives, a million-plus mcdonald's trips, crashing graduation parties, four queens, Chuckles!, free rootbeer floats, capture the flag, waverly, sonic, the ledges, tennis, $6 dresses, card towers, countless wal-mart trips, recording with chris brown, barn raves, shows, kwik star's chocolate milk, older siblings and younger ones, the cedar falls mall, visitations and funerals, crying, new friends, eighth graders, the boys (featuring tha gurlz), visits from friends in faraway places, "i want to ride a motorcycle like that!", going out, dr. who, breaking in, parties with no parents, night walks, staying up much too late, job applications, ramen at four in the morning, old chicago, service hours, voice lessons, dslr cameras, walking the length of dike, the lampost, mohair pear, lockdown, kittens, games of duck duck goose, movie theatres, kid's kingdom, remington, tornado warnings, new regina spektor albums, amusing picture messages, frosting-making, playing dude, apples to apples, sushi and macadamien nut cookies, the bridges of madison county, mac&cheese, dressing up, sturgis falls, waterloo, secret buildings, surprise parties, treasure hunts, the humane society, big booty, shopping, swimming, scary movies, panera, my driver's license, stalking, trampolines, haircuts, lost island, letters, tea parties, "birds! birds! cards! cards!", the waffle stop, kidnapping, sub city, trinkets and togs, the bike trail, sword and belt balloons, chalk drawing, dairy queen, panda puzzles, bike riding, meeting new people, road trips, good-bye parties, chinese food, paddleboating on the ridges pond, camping trips, midnight premieres, ghosty pictures, high school musical at the waterloo playhouse, cheap manga, "hey - good mornin!", intense games of mao, harry potter and the half-blood prince, canoeing, acoustic shows, heritage days, jars of jalapeƱos, parades, throwing down, fleming the bird, bubbles, fire safety videos, traer, infinity and beyond, janesville, picnics with fake food, sleeping the day away, chicken noodle soup, muffins with sprinkles, belegarth!, pokemon puzzles, saran wrap and car chalk, good books, binoculars, board games in public places, human anatomy and physiology, breakfast picnics, minigolf, the bremer county fair, mustaches, settlers of catan, nauvoo, cardboard cut-outs, (500) days of summer, three-way calling, "people with morals aren't allowed to know if they're in a relationship or not.", AnimeIowa!, speech parties, uni, project runway season premiere, hy-vee trips, "slutslutslutsluteeyore!", drama kickoffs, red rover, great talks, fake friends, huge hugs, chalkboard drawings, "legit hoes", being on the fritz, costumes, "does the bride come with potatoes?", saying good-bye, and having a ballin' summer.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Chasing Life.

Let's waste time -
it's already going too fast anyway.

Two years and counting. That's all that's left. That's a pretty long time, right now. Two years ago, we sat hand in hand, me wishing for the days to go faster and the age lines to grow deeper. One year ago, we stood with you on the brink of disaster, only to find the disasters within us. Was that really last year? Or the year before?

It feels like only yesterday.

Days to weeks, weeks to months, months to years, years to lives. Is that how reality is supposed to work?

The thought of junior year makes me want to go crazy. Maybe I already am.

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Is it really that time of my life already? Am I the only one not ready for this?

Three years ago, we glided on freshly-painted floors and fell from laughing so hard. I have the stains to prove it. Four years ago, we started to ascend the slopes of adolescence and fear and hurt and happiness. I have the memories as keepsakes. Was that really so long ago?

It feels like only yesterday.

Minutes pass and turn to hours. Each wasted moment is an oppurtunity gone forever - one less time to actually live. Is this how I'm supposed to think? To feel? To do? To live?

Thoughts like these make me go crazy. I probably already am.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

We live in a beautiful world -

bones sinking like stones
all that we've fought for
homes, places we've grown
all of us are done for.

we live in a beautiful world
yeah we do
yeah we do
we live in a beautiful world.

bones sinking like stones
all that we've fought for
homes, places we've grown
all of us are done for.

we live in a beautiful world
yeah we do
yeah we do
we live in a beautiful world.

we live in a beautiful world
yeah we do
yeah we do
we live in a beautiful world.

oh all that i know
there's nothing here to run from
cause here, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.

-don't panic, coldplay.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Liar, Liar.

Honestly, I wouldn't have cared at all.
Honestly, I would have been fake mad - you know how I am.
Honestly, I would have thought it was funny, later on.
Honestly, this wouldn't even bug me at all if you'd just told me.

Instead, you took something that wasn't yours to tell and told.
Instead, you let everyone else in on it, except for me.
Instead, you watched me embarress myself by having my best friends keep a secret from me about the stupidest little thing in the world.
And instead of just admitting it, you lied to me about it, over and over again.

And honestly, that's the only part of it that really hurts.