Love, love, love

A Slightly Historical Love Poem

If we had been in the same platoon during Vietnam, I would have jumped on a grenade for you.
You are my dirty little secret, like a speakeasy in the days prohibition saw through.
Even those long sentences of an alcoholic Faulkner can't express the emotion,
Nor the timelessness of the stories from Titanic, lost in the ocean.
Like Bonnie and Clyde, we are a combined force,
And our passion rivals Catherine the Great's for that horse.
Not only do I love you more than I can say,
but we're building our own history day by day...

Needs lots of work, but this is my roughdraft and I'm working with these metaphors to try and produce something better.

I'm So Sick

Today was such a long day, and this paper I'm trying to write just makes it feel so much more endless. All I want is sleep, but I have to get this done in order to go out to see a movie tomorrow night.

Lifting for track today killed all the muscles in my thighs; I really need to get into shape again, but I've been ignoring that for so long. Now that my weakness is in my face, I need to get stronger in order to prove myself.

I wish it could just be like a montage, without any legitimate work.
If I could just have my whole life be a montage until Spring Break, I would be sooo happy.

I really want to see my new house.

It's Just a Matter of Time Until We're All Found Out

To-Do List:
-Jane Austen 5-6 page essay on the roles of mothers in the formation of a heroine due Wednesday
-Read half of Emma
-Study for Sociology Midterm Tuesday
-Review Organic Chemistry Notes
-Do Thursday's linguistics reading and WS

AWESOME! Looks like a great week!!!!!!!!!

I Keep Telling Myself I'm Not the Desperate Type

I need to stop thinking about guys and just worry about all the other crap that's happening in my life...

I just joined track, so that is awesome. I can't wait to start throwing again because I was really starting to miss it. My dad got mad at me when I told him, saying that this is just another thing adding to my plate, but at least it's something I like.

My mom told me today that she would take me to VEGAS for my 21st birthday! Hopefully, it will happen. If not, I still love her for trying.

Underground
My coffee sits,
and in the corner
the wall drips.
I see the crack
where the leak has sprung.
I try to fix it,
but it is done.
I'm slowly drowning
in my own work.
Can you help me?
As I go berserk?

Whine

The hurt—it aches, and pulls apart
The soothing feeling in my heart
Bus’ness time of another day
Homework in a different way
To work at home for something more
Not waking on his bedroom floor
Now, here’s an apple, my dear. You
Lie beneath the tree with me too
I know this just may end up in sadness
Surely ‘fore it drives me into madness
For I just do not think I know my role
And for that, kid, we’ll smoke a bowl.

Say you will

Today was a crappy day.

I found out that my organic chemistry exams are no longer take-home because of the rampant cheating that occurs on them. I, for one, never cheated on any of the exams. The evidence of that is my B- compared to others' 104 percent test grades.

My best friend has recently become involved with a guy, which is awesome for her, but because of her busy schedule (and mine), we hardly hang out anymore. I used to chill in her room with her every night with her and do homework and such, and now I only hang out with her and the boy, which is fine, but they also have a lot of alone time where she's disappeared. O well, at least we got to hang out for a while and lip sync to our favorite songs with our friend, Misch. Great times!

I got into yet another fight with my mom. Then my dad left me an angry voicemail.

I hate money. This is why we fight. Damn you FAFSA!

A life wasted can never be loved.
A life loved can never be wasted.