That's my secret.
No hearts.
No pretty drawings.
No poems or cryptic messages.
I love you.
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
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I love you.
That's my secret.
No hearts.
No pretty drawings.
No poems or cryptic messages.
I love you.
That's my secret.
No hearts.
No pretty drawings.
No poems or cryptic messages.
I love you.
Friday, July 16, 2010
I Have Worries To Give To The Sea
Are you feeling, feeling, feeling like I'm feeling
Like I'm floating, floating, up above that big blue ocean?
Sand beneath our feet, big blue sky above our heads.
No need to keep
We have got to leave all that behind.
The Avett Brothers, "At The Beach"
Monday, July 12, 2010
Love Affair With Words
I fell in love when I was in elementary school. And it is true what they say, you fall in love. It is not something that you can meander in and out of. Love is not some-of-the-time. Love is all-time. When you fall in love, the love that is so true that it lasts a lifetime, you fall head over heels. You sometimes fall too fast and it may take a while to stand. Sometimes you run into barriers during the fall that slow you down or try to detour your path towards true love. Often when you take the plunge, it is not graceful. You plummet towards your future.
Elementary school is the first time where you are tested for grammar and spelling and vocabulary. You learn phonics. You learn how to put words together and take sentences apart. You begin to understand that many words have similar meanings and are seemingly interchangeable. You write and read. But for me, I loved.
I began writing, and despite my shaky grasp of the English language, I have never turned back. I found my cadence, my rhythm. I took the plunge. I fell and fell and am still falling to this day.
Words are so beautiful. They have shape and sound. Each word has a connotation and a denotation. Each word means something literally and much more figuratively. They need to be read and spoken. They demand attention. They are not just black and white figures on a sheet of paper. They are every feeling that I have ever had in my lifetime and infinitely more than I will ever experience. They are full of humor, pity, love, terror, and excitement. They are full of me, and I am full of them.
I realized that words are the most important thing to me. It was a delicious and innocent discovery. I began my unencumbered romance immediately. I would write my thoughts on paper. If I heard something that I liked or that inspired me, I would write that down too. Listening or speaking or writing. It did not and still does not matter to me. It is not the act or the practice that I love; I love the words themselves.
Words are everywhere I am and in everything I do. I feel them even more than I am witness to them. My love for the life of words is real. I must live in them and with them, always.
Elementary school is the first time where you are tested for grammar and spelling and vocabulary. You learn phonics. You learn how to put words together and take sentences apart. You begin to understand that many words have similar meanings and are seemingly interchangeable. You write and read. But for me, I loved.
I began writing, and despite my shaky grasp of the English language, I have never turned back. I found my cadence, my rhythm. I took the plunge. I fell and fell and am still falling to this day.
Words are so beautiful. They have shape and sound. Each word has a connotation and a denotation. Each word means something literally and much more figuratively. They need to be read and spoken. They demand attention. They are not just black and white figures on a sheet of paper. They are every feeling that I have ever had in my lifetime and infinitely more than I will ever experience. They are full of humor, pity, love, terror, and excitement. They are full of me, and I am full of them.
I realized that words are the most important thing to me. It was a delicious and innocent discovery. I began my unencumbered romance immediately. I would write my thoughts on paper. If I heard something that I liked or that inspired me, I would write that down too. Listening or speaking or writing. It did not and still does not matter to me. It is not the act or the practice that I love; I love the words themselves.
Words are everywhere I am and in everything I do. I feel them even more than I am witness to them. My love for the life of words is real. I must live in them and with them, always.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Georgia On My Mind
This week my new roomie celebrates her birthday. It is such a sweet time. I am sad that I do not get to take part in the festivities, but I know that we will be do it big when we get back to Oxford.
We "met" this year (I put it in quotations because we technically met years ago, but neither of us remembers). We quickly became friends and many of my favorite nights from this past year involve her in some way. I cannot wait to see what this year has to offer us.
Sequestered in our corner room that is ever so tiny, I can see us now: watching Grey's Anatomy on the Tivo, studying for our dreaded classes, having way too much fun, barely climbing into our lofted beds, and loving every minute of it.
We both have summer birthdays, so I feel like we have missed out on some monumental occasions in each others lives.
But I know...
We "met" this year (I put it in quotations because we technically met years ago, but neither of us remembers). We quickly became friends and many of my favorite nights from this past year involve her in some way. I cannot wait to see what this year has to offer us.
Sequestered in our corner room that is ever so tiny, I can see us now: watching Grey's Anatomy on the Tivo, studying for our dreaded classes, having way too much fun, barely climbing into our lofted beds, and loving every minute of it.
Happy Birthday!
We both have summer birthdays, so I feel like we have missed out on some monumental occasions in each others lives.
But I know...
Friday, July 9, 2010
Dreaming In Color
I am in love.
LOVE.
I don't know what I love the most: the colors, patterns, EVERYTHING. Every time I look at this my eyes dance a little dance and I am not sure what to linger on the longest. This room screams fabulous. Michael Jackson is hanging on the wall. The table is neon! The lamps are exactly what I have had in my head for months but never seen anywhere. The rug is fur, but it isn't obnoxious. The hardwood floors and windows are too perfect. The two floral chairs are just enough to make your heart spin. I could lie on that couch forever and never grow tired. The green, teal, orange, pink, ahhh. I'm dying. I have found my dream room.
But for just this moment, I will admit to a favorite. My favorite part of the entire room is the vision board. There is just a peek of it in this picture, but I can imagine what is posted on that board. Friends and fashion. Family and art. Love and dreams and goals and every vision I have ever had.
This is my room.
These are my visions.
LOVE.
I don't know what I love the most: the colors, patterns, EVERYTHING. Every time I look at this my eyes dance a little dance and I am not sure what to linger on the longest. This room screams fabulous. Michael Jackson is hanging on the wall. The table is neon! The lamps are exactly what I have had in my head for months but never seen anywhere. The rug is fur, but it isn't obnoxious. The hardwood floors and windows are too perfect. The two floral chairs are just enough to make your heart spin. I could lie on that couch forever and never grow tired. The green, teal, orange, pink, ahhh. I'm dying. I have found my dream room.
But for just this moment, I will admit to a favorite. My favorite part of the entire room is the vision board. There is just a peek of it in this picture, but I can imagine what is posted on that board. Friends and fashion. Family and art. Love and dreams and goals and every vision I have ever had.
This is my room.
These are my visions.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Crossroads
I woke up to this morning to good news and bad news. The good was funny and exciting, the bad was terrible.
The bad news was the first that I discovered. And it is bad. It is about someone very special to me. Someone who makes my life make sense.
I was so numb about the news that I immediately went out in search of something to distract myself. Which is where I found the good news. I found it in my friends.
I learned something today. When my life might be crumbling down around my feet, my friends are there to hold my head above water.
The bad news was the first that I discovered. And it is bad. It is about someone very special to me. Someone who makes my life make sense.
I was so numb about the news that I immediately went out in search of something to distract myself. Which is where I found the good news. I found it in my friends.
I learned something today. When my life might be crumbling down around my feet, my friends are there to hold my head above water.
So instead of being sad today, which would be really easy, I am going to be a big girl. I am not going to let the burden of this news sink in and ruin me. I am going to turn to people that can take my mind off of it. People who love me and can make me happy despite what is going on.
Today, I will take the road with the sunshine.
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