I just don't want to regret my choice later on, and I don't know what to choose.

corny? but sadly true

It's Thursday night and
I'm strumming a song,
layin' here dreaming of him.

The day will be bright
when he comes along,
but outside everything's dim.

If you can see that you and me
together would be so happy,
then give me a flower
and let's talk til we run out of hours.

Take me off your back burner
and that dusty shelf
I know at love we're still learners
but I'm tired of being by myself.

It's Thursday night and
I'm strumming a song,
layin' here dreaming of him.


(i guess it's kind of weird how i talk about "him" and then talk to "you" but not sure how to fix it and make it still work. so pretty much it's a failure of a poem. oh well.)

snapshot

This weekend was a breath of fresh air.. but now I'm getting hit over the head with the reality that teachers are dumb and give tons of homework over breaks. Everything I did was like a snapshot of summer. Friday was boring - which happens a lot in summer. Saturday I listened to the waves all morning and into the afternoon with a little Jack Johnson in there too. And of course, what's summer without sunburn? In the afternoon I played frisbee, roasted marshmallows over an open fire, watched the stars and lightning fighting over the same sky. I got to laze on Sunday afternoon, and then slept over with friends that night. In the morning we frolicked in the basin, drank tea, and played our instruments for no reason. My family did our Memorial Day traditions of eating bar-b-q outside and having a croquet tournament. I went to a sweet 16, and swam in a saltwater pool - so incredibly smart by the way! Tomorrow... I have school.

p.s. Note to self: Learn how to play the violin like Andrew Bird.

Orchestra? or Hogwarts?

music is like magic in so many ways.

I'm getting fat with all these carbs I'm eating.

blah.

don't feel like doing homework

I'm kind of ashamed that I watch American Idol, but I really really want Kris Allen to win! Adam is so annoying and he can't win.

I have to write a story for creative writing and I have no idea what to write about!! I need some inspiration..

future? I don't even know what I'm doing this summer!
not sure if I should do field hockey.. and if it will prevent me from getting my only hopes at a job.

Mary (the old lady that comes to my house) is over, and is worse than ever. It's going to be a long week.

Thoughts on writing?

A weaver who makes intricate tapestries has to plan ahead. They have to practice a lot, so that they learn how to make the colors interact with each other so it makes a beautiful picture. In this way weavers are a lot like writers. To make the tapestry is a craft, but the colors and creativity also make it an art.
My creative writing teacher told us that we're not artists at all, but more like carpenters. She said that writing a story is no more different than building a house; with characters, a setting, a conflict, a climax, and a resolution. I think that she's only partially right. Every writer has their own style, just like every artist or weaver has their own touch and flair.
So if I'm going to write a short story maybe I should do a bunch of character sketches first and then I can stick them in a scenario. People are very similar to each other. We all have universal feelings, they just come in different flavors. I love my friends differently than my brother loves his friends, but both are still love. People also react to situations differently. To make a character we have to come up with their personality - all the flavors of universal feelings they have, how they think and process things.
It's weird to think that I'm a character too; under the pen of God who created me and who I can always trust to provide for me. The story of the world is so huge and intricate, I can't even imagine how God made it.

thank you Lord for giving us *gluten free* food

For the first time in what seems like forever I got to have warm, freshly baked bread, right out of the oven. Steam rose from it's soft crusty body, and I could hardly believe that this wouldn't kill me. The possibilities are endless now, and I can finally bring a simple sandwich as part of my lunch! Maybe now I won't be hungry when I get home, because my stomach will be full. Maybe now someone will sit on my PB&J sandwich and it will be the best thing that ever happened to me because I will have a squished sandwich for lunch!
I'm not craving for anything right now. And that in and of itself is a blessing. Thank you lord for giving us food.