cause that's where i'm at (:
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glowworm. ~Winston Churchill
if the world was shrunk to a population of 100 and you had a roof over your head, a bed to sleep in, a refrigerator for your food and a closet for your clothes, you would be richer than 75% of the world's population.
isn't that crazy? i would be richer - RICHER - then 75 percent of the world. 75 percent. and yet, i would still be worried about that 25 percent. impressing them. wanting more stuff then them. being better, nicer, richer then them. i would try to be richer then those 24 people (cause 25 percent of 100 is 25 and since i'm richer then 75 percent - or 75 people - that would mean that i am one of the 25, but since i am one of the 25, there are 24 people whom i wish to be richer then. but i digress) then help spread my riches, my blessing, my money with those who are poorer then me.
does that make me selfish or human? or are those two in the same?
Saturday, June 4, 2011
woa. really?
hahahahaha I'M A FREAKIN' HIGH SCHOOL GRAD! never thought this day would come.
i am so ready for my new adventures. i wish they all started tomorrow. i don't want to wait for orientation or SLA or college. i am so ready to escape this black hole.
As Bilbo once said, "I'm old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin... sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to."
it's going to be a good summer. i'm going to have a good life <3
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
all the pretty little horses
All she knew was the darkness. The absences of light. The total blackness that took over. Not her eyes, but her soul. The doubt and fear and anger and depression and anxiety that filled her being and burst through every pour of her body. She walked around in the world confident and brave, but that’s not who she was. Who she is. She’s scared. Oh so scared.
But there were rays of light in her life. Things that would break down the dark walls and shine pure happiness, pure joy into her dark world. Things that made the fear not so strong and the anger not so bold. Things that made her brave and confident, like the mask she put on everyday. Things – people- who gave her hope and meaning and a place and a reason and everything a person needs to survive, to thrive,
To live.
Monday, May 16, 2011
oh my gosh
So,
I have this sick desire to have everyone like me. like, if you don't text me back in like ten minutes I will think it's something personal and make up this strange scenario where you're like mad at me and think i'm stupid so you're just not going to reply to my text or wall post or tweet or message or smoke signal or whatever and i'm going to build up this resentment towards you because i'm convinced that you don't like me. So next time just send an okay or kk or LOL or smiley or whatever.
that was slightly a blab. sorry. today has made me realize how much i hate greenville. and strongly dislike the majority of the people. i cry all the time because i can't believe that this stupid awful poopy town got my best years.
also, don't flatter yourself. my tweets are just to make you squirm. you aren't the only one i have a problem with.
today really has been a great day, despite the fact that it sucked so much. how many days until august?
love,
addie
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
rewind
i was on myspace looking for pictures and i decided to read my old blog posts. i ran across some of my old writings/stories/whatever and thought some of them were actually quite good. and thought i would share:
"He saw the danger coming. He saw the darkness of death heading right for his face, his body, his life. He knew he could escape it. He could get away from death's evil glare. He could run, now, and never have to face this dim light again. It would leave him be until it was his natural time.
But the beating heart behind him held him in his place.
The beating heart that belonged to a soul so bright even the sun looked black. The heart pumped blood into the beautiful body. The smile and bright hazel eyes belonged to that pretty face. The soft touch that the hands had and the soft whisper of the velvot smooth voice. The long, shining chocolate hair. The flawless skin, the great smell, the funny jokes, the sad tears. The perfect girl.
Love. He thought. That's what keeping me here.
Death walked up to him, smiling its fanged lopsided smile. Death reached out its hand and snatched for the girl. But he stood in the way. He didn't move his ground. Death growled and lunged for the girl. But he stood strong, not letting this thing take away that amazing life behind him. Death howled like the wolves in the forest and jumped. He jumped too and grapped Death and threw him to the ground. Death yelled and screamed and protested, but he wouldn't move. Nothing, not even Death could take his love from him. "
"I looked up into his brown eyes. I never thought that brown eyes could be so unique like his. I laughed when I saw my reflection in his eyes. "What?" Pete said, looking as though he were missing part of a joke. I shook my head, still giggling. "Nothing, I just saw myself in your eyes." Pete smiled his perfect, white smile. I laid my head on his shoulder and he put his arms around me. I loved his arms; they were big enough to protect me, yet small enough not to crush me.
"Addie look," Pete said, pointing up to the black blanket known as the sky, "a shooting star. Make a wish." he whispered in my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut and made a wish. When I opened them I saw Pete's face inches from my own. "So, what did you wish for?" He asked. I smiled and shook my head. "If I tell you, it won't come true." We sat outside on the grass for another hour or so. I missed spending time with Pete. He was a bassist in a band and he was always on the road. Most times I traveled with him and his band members, but not this time. I had to wait a month before I could see him again. Pete got up off the grassy lawn, helped me get up, and then led me through the back door of his house.
I was greeted with a warm blast of air as I entered his house. I sat on the couch that Pete's dog, Hemingway, was asleep on. Apparently disturbing Hemingway's comfort zone, the brown and white bull dog jumped off the couch and moved to the love seat across the room. "I don't think he likes me." I laughed when Pete came over to the couch, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. "Nah, he likes you. He just knew that I wanted to sit next to you." Pete said, taking a drink out of his mug. I noticed that some of his hair was sticking up. I brushed his black hair back to where it belonged. "Thanks." He smiled, sounding sarcastic. I smiled back. "Anytime."
We had begun to watch Pete's favorite movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas, when his cell phone started to ring. He checked to see who it was then sighed. He turned off the ringer and threw his phone across the room to the love seat Hemingway was on, making the dog jump out of terror. We both laughed at Hemingway's reaction. "You know Addie," Pete said, putting his arm across my shoulders. "We've been together three years, right?" I nodded. "I'm surprised you've been keeping up." I said. He laughed. "I won't lie and say that I had to check my calendar in my phone to see how long it's been." He got quite after that. "Why did you bring it up?" I asked, curious as to where he was going with this conversation. "Well, three years is almost a lifetime." He said. I smiled. He was always trying to be deep and lyrical when he talked. "Yes, I guess it is to some extent." "And well, I think we should spend our lifetime together." he said, digging in his pocket.
My racing mind had nothing on how fast my flustered heart was beating. Pete dropped to one knee and asked me that longed for four-worded question: "Will you marry me?" I squilled and jump at him, giving him the biggest hug ever. "I'm taking that as a yes." Pete laughed. I nodded. "You know what?" I said to him as we sat back down on the couch. "What?" he whispered, playing with my hair. "You just made my wish come true.""
there ya go. haha (:
"He saw the danger coming. He saw the darkness of death heading right for his face, his body, his life. He knew he could escape it. He could get away from death's evil glare. He could run, now, and never have to face this dim light again. It would leave him be until it was his natural time.
But the beating heart behind him held him in his place.
The beating heart that belonged to a soul so bright even the sun looked black. The heart pumped blood into the beautiful body. The smile and bright hazel eyes belonged to that pretty face. The soft touch that the hands had and the soft whisper of the velvot smooth voice. The long, shining chocolate hair. The flawless skin, the great smell, the funny jokes, the sad tears. The perfect girl.
Love. He thought. That's what keeping me here.
Death walked up to him, smiling its fanged lopsided smile. Death reached out its hand and snatched for the girl. But he stood in the way. He didn't move his ground. Death growled and lunged for the girl. But he stood strong, not letting this thing take away that amazing life behind him. Death howled like the wolves in the forest and jumped. He jumped too and grapped Death and threw him to the ground. Death yelled and screamed and protested, but he wouldn't move. Nothing, not even Death could take his love from him. "
"I looked up into his brown eyes. I never thought that brown eyes could be so unique like his. I laughed when I saw my reflection in his eyes. "What?" Pete said, looking as though he were missing part of a joke. I shook my head, still giggling. "Nothing, I just saw myself in your eyes." Pete smiled his perfect, white smile. I laid my head on his shoulder and he put his arms around me. I loved his arms; they were big enough to protect me, yet small enough not to crush me.
"Addie look," Pete said, pointing up to the black blanket known as the sky, "a shooting star. Make a wish." he whispered in my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut and made a wish. When I opened them I saw Pete's face inches from my own. "So, what did you wish for?" He asked. I smiled and shook my head. "If I tell you, it won't come true." We sat outside on the grass for another hour or so. I missed spending time with Pete. He was a bassist in a band and he was always on the road. Most times I traveled with him and his band members, but not this time. I had to wait a month before I could see him again. Pete got up off the grassy lawn, helped me get up, and then led me through the back door of his house.
I was greeted with a warm blast of air as I entered his house. I sat on the couch that Pete's dog, Hemingway, was asleep on. Apparently disturbing Hemingway's comfort zone, the brown and white bull dog jumped off the couch and moved to the love seat across the room. "I don't think he likes me." I laughed when Pete came over to the couch, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. "Nah, he likes you. He just knew that I wanted to sit next to you." Pete said, taking a drink out of his mug. I noticed that some of his hair was sticking up. I brushed his black hair back to where it belonged. "Thanks." He smiled, sounding sarcastic. I smiled back. "Anytime."
We had begun to watch Pete's favorite movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas, when his cell phone started to ring. He checked to see who it was then sighed. He turned off the ringer and threw his phone across the room to the love seat Hemingway was on, making the dog jump out of terror. We both laughed at Hemingway's reaction. "You know Addie," Pete said, putting his arm across my shoulders. "We've been together three years, right?" I nodded. "I'm surprised you've been keeping up." I said. He laughed. "I won't lie and say that I had to check my calendar in my phone to see how long it's been." He got quite after that. "Why did you bring it up?" I asked, curious as to where he was going with this conversation. "Well, three years is almost a lifetime." He said. I smiled. He was always trying to be deep and lyrical when he talked. "Yes, I guess it is to some extent." "And well, I think we should spend our lifetime together." he said, digging in his pocket.
My racing mind had nothing on how fast my flustered heart was beating. Pete dropped to one knee and asked me that longed for four-worded question: "Will you marry me?" I squilled and jump at him, giving him the biggest hug ever. "I'm taking that as a yes." Pete laughed. I nodded. "You know what?" I said to him as we sat back down on the couch. "What?" he whispered, playing with my hair. "You just made my wish come true.""
there ya go. haha (:
Monday, April 4, 2011
oui
I wish someone in my house knew how to pop backs. maybe i'll buy them classes for Christmas or something. 1. Today is the first day in a VERY LONG time where I came home after school and got to do NOTHING! it was glorious and grand and I hope to spend more days like this (well, mainly after Globals. :D ) Speaking of which... 2.GOING TO GLOBALS FOR THE SECOND TIME! HECK YEAH! :DDDDDD 3. I wish moey grew on trees. I would love some for college. i don't like writing scholarship essays. but i do it. 4. i don't like when my shows come on and i think its a new one but its a rerun. 5. i love a lot of people. but i love One above all.
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