I'M WHIPPING THESE BABY'S OUT!

My amazing sister has inspired me to write beautifully again... for a post. I was going to try to be funny again, because i'm in the mood, but i think that if this attempt is a total fail it WILL be funny! It's a win win situation.

------------------------THE SERIOUSNESS BEGINS!!!---------------------------

... ok hold on i'll think of something soon... it'll come one second...

1...

I'm thinking a poem type deal...
-----------------THIS TIME IT WILL ACTUALLY BEGIN!!!-------------------

The wind crept in around us
Your hair started to sway
back and forth.

I never thought I'd feel that way again
The movement of the music
Around me

Your finger tips tap the seat
My hair starts to creep across my face
I lift my hands above my head
In the car ride
Listening to our favorite song...

We sing along
Out of key
To the music
But the radio isn't on
And we don't care
Let your heartbeat be
The back bone of
The melody
You and me
Have
Perfect harmony

As we danced
Around the building
The strangers stared but we couldn't stop smiling
Laughing wildly
Running around
Only typing on their keyboards the people
Worked
and worked
They kept working and later we talked about
Them wasting their time
Wasting their
Time

We sing along

Out of key

To the music

But the radio isn't on

And we don't care

Let your heartbeat be

The back bone of the

Melody

You and me...

Have

Perfect harmony

I'll come as I am and you come as you are
No one else matters
The sun will rise again
Rise again
In the future but
Today's a present and
You know that I know that you know
We all know that
We will sing along

Out of key
To the music but
The radio isn't on
And we don't care...
We don't
Care...

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wow... not a complete fail. Dang it.
Juuuust kidding.

<-- My tree, in the cemetery, has lost all of it's leaves. I found this tree last year and have been coming back to it for awhile. It's my favorite place. Recently I've been taking pictures, like this one, there. It's breath taking.
~Since it is fall here in Minnesota, all the leaves have fallen very quickly. I went back to the tree three days ago and it was completely bare. It depressed me. Although it is in a graveyard, It seemed so full of life. Everything seemed happy and beautiful. I was never scared there. When I went the sky was grey, the tree was bare, and the wind was blowing. I started to notice little sounds in the woods around me.
~I've never watched something go from being happy and bright to being sad and dark in just a week. I suddenly felt confused and worried about everything. I noticed the swaying of the empty branches and the graves around me. I knelt down to touch the ground and noticed it was freezing cold. I've never felt so alone before.
~I began to notice how I must look to passing cars. A girl alone, in the cold, kneeling on the ground in a graveyard. I started my way back home. Everything moved. Nothing stayed still around me and as I walked I felt the sudden urge to run down the street and wrap my scarf more tightly around me. I wanted to feel safe again. My 'happy place' had turned into a cold, dead place. I ran fast and began to feel dizzy. I stopped in the middle of the road and sat down.

I realized dinner would be ready soon.

OK maybe if he had an accent. With a low voice.

I'd like him to wear a lot of brown and Carmel.

Taller then me, but not too tall. Maybe 2-4 inches?

If he would dress nice...

Maybe have darker brown hair.

He couldn't dye it though. Or really care about it. But still wash it and brush it.

If he'd have nice man hands.

He'd actually wear hats when it's cold. Those cable hats.

His favorite seasons would be winter and fall.

He would love to read. The CLASSICS. And he'd recommend the good ones to me.

Maybe wear black glasses.

We'd share books, and have a place we always sat in the library.

Our first date would be to the drive in theatre.

I couldn't meet him until we were both old enough to drive i guess...

He'd get straight A's, but not be stuck up about it. A few B's, two? Just to make him less perfect? which makes him more perfect.

He wouldn't have a cell phone.

He wouldn't fish or golf.

We could talk about how dumb football and wrestling is.

He'd write his own blog.

He'd drive to my house and hold me if mom and dad have a big fight.

We'd have movie nights every other Saturday.

He'd shop at Urban Outfitters.

We couldn't be in the same grade, no one that perfect is ever in my grade.

He would move here from Colorado or Iowa or New York (unrealistic) or Arizona or Montana.

He wouldn't farm.

He'd relate to my family.

He'd like my family.

He'd like dogs, and have a big one of his own. A shepherd? Maybe a husky.

He'd sled with me in the winter.

He'd ski, not snowboard.

We would have fun sucking at bowling.

We would go up the down escalator for the first date, and vise versa.

He'd also enjoy going people watching at the Mall of America.

He'd bring me on a trip with his family.

He'd be the perfect guy.

He'd exist.

I can't believe I was worrying.
School's a breeze. 'nough said.

Today Emily and I had a conversation. She said that she saw who she liked a lot during the day. I said, "I see the Willmister less and less everyday. Now that i think about it." she then asked why i don't just like someone in our grade. "I can't just STOP liking him." she said i could try. I sat for a few seconds, said "There. I tried." then departed to my class. We met up again at my locker later. She said, "then like another guy." I kinda laughed and said, "I'd never like him like i like will. I'd feel like I was betraying him." She said she guessed she understood and we changed the subject.

Why don't i just like someone in our grade? I believe "grades" don't matter, they say age-b4-beauty anyway. Oh wait...

Whatever. I never liked that saying. You know what I mean.

Of course, everyone when they ask who i'm INTERESTED in always thinks that that person MUST be in our grade. That's the good thing about liking will. No one ever guesses.

I've never had a real boyfriend. I don't think i NEED one, but who doesn't want one? I'm a generally independent person, I've never been jealous of girls with boyfriends (unless their boyfriend is will), and I don't need to have a person beside me in order to have fun.

Boyfriends are really just to show everyone at my age anyway. No one really talks, hangs out, or even really looks in each other's direction. These people like the image of being together, but they don't enjoy BEING together. Isn't that what boyfriends are supposed to be all about?

I don't need a boyfriend.

I would like someone like me, who talks with me, is probably attractive, not one of my girl-friends like Emily, is nice, and comes with complimentary chocolate. Is that such a bad thing to want?

It isn't a bad thing to want. It's perfectly normal. PERFECTLY normal, so why is it so hard to get? All the stupid girls who spend time texting and talking about texting and get a second thumb so they can text FASTER are the girls who get boyfriends so easily. I don't even like talking to them. GUYS don't even like talking to them! But somehow, they get the guys?

Whatever. I said before I don't NEED a boyfriend.

But I want one.