when I am with him I am simply alive,
I am not floating on air, I am not spinning in circles,
I am merely content, I am thankful, I am full of life,
because life is what he has shown me.


we are still young, we are still just dreamers blind to the cruelty of this cold world. we are still golden but time will make us bitter. these nights are cold but our hearts are warm, are smiles are bright, but we are still broken inside.
it seems like a movie, we are characters with hopes and dreams that found each other while heading our seperate ways. with wide eyes and nervous minds we somehow met to become this. and who could say for sure, but here is where we are now, somehow together, but still so far apart. with no sure idea on how to close the distance.
i wish i could be that everything for you, as you for me. but i am hardly the person you think i am, and perhaps you are someone else too. but my heart is continualy pulled so terribly close to yours, my hand to your hand, my soul toward what i think is yours.
but the truth is, we are blind. we are fools; we cannot redeem it eachother. it does not always work out heart for heart. life does not amount to what is fair. i am not perfect, and you are not god, nothing can hide the fact that we aren't perfect people. time is our enemy, no matter how far we run we are caught in its trap. and slowly whatever we are is pulled from our grasp.
but i am just bitter, and you are out of reach. But maybe, just maybe, something will work out for once. ..
you are the best one, of the best ones.
Your arms in mine, anytime
When did we get this old ?
Tonight at work I stumbled across the man of my dreams. He was real hot. His family left a $15 tip, and a note on the bill that said "thankyou, you work so hard." (Rich and kind) Two other waitors and myself stood at the door watching him leave, with words like "georgeous", "handsome", and "hawt", slipping off our tonges. We fought over who's table I should seat him at if he came back again... whatever I win either way, the other waitors are to old for him...
"I've got everything i need right here with me. I've got air in my lungs, and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, i love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen, who I'm going to meet, or where I'm going to wind up. Just the other night i was sleeping under a bridge, and now, here i am, on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and i don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at ya, to make each day count. " i am free
dont try to pin me down.
i also probably broke my nose. i was talking to stephen as i was getting in my van, and i accidently pulled the car door open to hard and it slammed in my face. I am extremely talented, some would say blonde, but i digress. i bought myself a new notebook today as retail therapy. it's cold outside, but my heart is warm. life is bitter but love is sweet. let's live and die by our own rules.
i went to quebec for a week, like always, it was intense.there once was a blonde boy named jeff may
and on his spare he'd like to play
in the library, that is true
and distract girl's who's work was due
by throwing paperclips
his terrible aim would often slip
he'd appolise with a "sorry i missed you"she would wander over to his table to chat
but he so often was a huge, no, mamoth brat
and threw that deadful paperclip right back
and hit her collar bone with a huge crack
she threw it back with a "UH! take that!"
after appoligising and much tears
he wandered over and procalimed his fears
for he was un capable of drawing nice picutres
and nothing seems to rhyme with picutres
but she picked up a pen and so generously helped him
he began to smile, and stopped looking grim
and then some principle kicked them out
but they did not pout
as the lady began to shout.
life moves so fast.
man, this weekend, like everyother weekend was so busy. and i love it like that. (homework should not be done on weekends.) last night, after skiing all day and dinner at swiss chalet, we went to a coffee house at robyn's house. and her house was packed. but it was warm, it was cozy, it was chill, and insiprational. sitting in one large heap on the floor watching ppl preform was painful, but great. yeah there was drama, but besides that it was a really good evening. full of LOVE. nights like that are the best, they should last and lassssttttt.