12.23.2004
Her eyes can shake the leaves down from the tree
Her smile is the reason the blind man wants to see.
Her voice will fill your heart with a desire you've never felt.
Her warmth is the reason the snow begins to melt.
So here she is and there she goes,
An Angel, upon the wind that blows.
Don't know her touch, won't feel her kiss...
Can't even fathom it's enchanting bliss.
So I sit and watch, her eyes, her smile, her laugh;
As her warmth begins to clear life's cold and lonely path.
is that not one of the most gorgeous poems you've read?... ever? i think it's soooo pretty. a fantastic site for poems is. www.lovepoetry.com that is, if you're into all that. not everyone is. i am though. i like writing them, and reading them, and then re reading them, then writing a new one because im inspired fromt he one i have just read. lovely.
today went sucky. oh well. i almost threw the fucking fax machine out the window, smashed it up with my baseball bat, then kicked it aside and hope it got rabies from the racoons, but i didn't. my baseball bat would have gotten infected with retartedness. my mom desperetally needed a fax at soe place where she was. and the fucking thing owuldnt work right. i tried at LEAST 25 times... AT LEAST. then i walked across the street to my neighbors house and tried it. they're fax machine is retarted too. stupid thing. and my mom was like "try this number now.. still no?.. ok, well try the first number again" i wanted to throw the phone out the window too, maybe it would be munched up by wild dogs and end up halfway aroudn the world in some overflowuing river where i would never ever end up seeing it again, but i didn't. i don't want the dogs to get indigestion.
after that, i went to track practice. i worked on hurtles, and made it oer at teh best time i have ever done. go me! i'm wicked excited about that. cept it was only practice, not a meet, oh well. and then i did many laps aorund the indoor track. a mile actually. and then liv and i kicked butt at doing a mile outside at like... less than 8 minutes we think. one pace the entire time baby, thats what im talkin about. of course afterwards i felt like i was gonna throw up, but at least i ran 2 miles all together within a matter of 2 hours.
Then my mom picked me up, i went home, wrapped presents, ate dinner. then my mom and i accidentally began getting high off the paint fumes when we were in the basement. the present my mom wants to get my little sister demitra involves painting enough pieces of rotting plywood to sink a ship this bright blinding orange color. the paint was soo incredibly strong that not only did my eyes start watering but my mom and i started acting a bit goofy i guess. she told me the fumes were getting to me. i didn't think so, i mean so what if i sing out loud to my led zepplin cd and sing into my paint brush? lots of people do it. yup. all the time.
tomorrow bret's coming over to deliever his christmas present to me. and so i can give his to him. i can't wait for him to get his. such excitment! i'm wicked nervous, what is wrong with me? shouldn't i be excited right about now? at least a little bit? oh gosh, i'm losing my mind.
at 12:30 this morning (at night really) i finished watching the movie Thirteen. what a great movie. i'm telling you if you haven't seen it and are well, mature (which i know completely rules out half of this crowd) then rent it. it is AMAZING. the ending for some reason really gets me, like, i had tears rolling down my face that would not stop coming even if i tried to make myself heppy. it wasn't even a sad ending, it was a happy one. i really really encourage all humans to see taht movie because it is sooo true. like, being a girl i really know what's going on in that movie even if i can't relate to everything. the actress, the thriteen year old, is soo god, she plays the part really well. it's one of those moies that takes so many risks with what they show in it for their audience that you can't stop thinkin about it. Just because the title is Thirteen does NOT mean that it's good for thirteen year olds. me, being thirteen and having gone through some of the same circumstances, i still found it "risky." when you get a chance to, or end up at teh movie store next, rent it and tell me what you think. i'd really really appreciate someone elses opinion so it's not just me bragging about this wonderful movie.
i have to read The Notebook again. Like, it's just one of those books that you have to READ you can't just see the movie and have it be equivalent to seeing the movie. nuh uh, no way josay. What and outstaaaaaanding story. i looove how Nicholas Sparks wrote it, such a unique beginning and ending. I read the book before i even thought for a second that they'd make it a movie, which, by the way, i STILL haven't seen. Theres another thing to add onto The List Of Thinds I Need To Do Before I Die.
The List Of Things I Need To Do Before I Die
.Buy the soundtrack to Disney's Anastasia
.Ride in a hot air balloon
.See the pyramids in Egypt
.Eat dinner with a chinease family in their home
.Work as a waitress
.Win the million dollar lottery
.Become an award winning author
.Buy a house in Beverly Hills
.Pretend to be a poor person on the side of the street in Boston and see how many people will really give me money
.Ride a llama down the Grand Canyon
.Drive across teh country to the 48 states in North America on one trip
.Shake hands with the president while wearing one of those buzz things (looks like a ring) that scares the hell out of the other person
.See what it's REALLY like to be stranded on an island with no food or water
Happy day before the day before christmas everyone!
Her voice will fill your heart with a desire you've never felt.
Her warmth is the reason the snow begins to melt.
So here she is and there she goes,
An Angel, upon the wind that blows.
Don't know her touch, won't feel her kiss...
Can't even fathom it's enchanting bliss.
So I sit and watch, her eyes, her smile, her laugh;
As her warmth begins to clear life's cold and lonely path.
is that not one of the most gorgeous poems you've read?... ever? i think it's soooo pretty. a fantastic site for poems is. www.lovepoetry.com that is, if you're into all that. not everyone is. i am though. i like writing them, and reading them, and then re reading them, then writing a new one because im inspired fromt he one i have just read. lovely.
today went sucky. oh well. i almost threw the fucking fax machine out the window, smashed it up with my baseball bat, then kicked it aside and hope it got rabies from the racoons, but i didn't. my baseball bat would have gotten infected with retartedness. my mom desperetally needed a fax at soe place where she was. and the fucking thing owuldnt work right. i tried at LEAST 25 times... AT LEAST. then i walked across the street to my neighbors house and tried it. they're fax machine is retarted too. stupid thing. and my mom was like "try this number now.. still no?.. ok, well try the first number again" i wanted to throw the phone out the window too, maybe it would be munched up by wild dogs and end up halfway aroudn the world in some overflowuing river where i would never ever end up seeing it again, but i didn't. i don't want the dogs to get indigestion.
after that, i went to track practice. i worked on hurtles, and made it oer at teh best time i have ever done. go me! i'm wicked excited about that. cept it was only practice, not a meet, oh well. and then i did many laps aorund the indoor track. a mile actually. and then liv and i kicked butt at doing a mile outside at like... less than 8 minutes we think. one pace the entire time baby, thats what im talkin about. of course afterwards i felt like i was gonna throw up, but at least i ran 2 miles all together within a matter of 2 hours.
Then my mom picked me up, i went home, wrapped presents, ate dinner. then my mom and i accidentally began getting high off the paint fumes when we were in the basement. the present my mom wants to get my little sister demitra involves painting enough pieces of rotting plywood to sink a ship this bright blinding orange color. the paint was soo incredibly strong that not only did my eyes start watering but my mom and i started acting a bit goofy i guess. she told me the fumes were getting to me. i didn't think so, i mean so what if i sing out loud to my led zepplin cd and sing into my paint brush? lots of people do it. yup. all the time.
tomorrow bret's coming over to deliever his christmas present to me. and so i can give his to him. i can't wait for him to get his. such excitment! i'm wicked nervous, what is wrong with me? shouldn't i be excited right about now? at least a little bit? oh gosh, i'm losing my mind.
at 12:30 this morning (at night really) i finished watching the movie Thirteen. what a great movie. i'm telling you if you haven't seen it and are well, mature (which i know completely rules out half of this crowd) then rent it. it is AMAZING. the ending for some reason really gets me, like, i had tears rolling down my face that would not stop coming even if i tried to make myself heppy. it wasn't even a sad ending, it was a happy one. i really really encourage all humans to see taht movie because it is sooo true. like, being a girl i really know what's going on in that movie even if i can't relate to everything. the actress, the thriteen year old, is soo god, she plays the part really well. it's one of those moies that takes so many risks with what they show in it for their audience that you can't stop thinkin about it. Just because the title is Thirteen does NOT mean that it's good for thirteen year olds. me, being thirteen and having gone through some of the same circumstances, i still found it "risky." when you get a chance to, or end up at teh movie store next, rent it and tell me what you think. i'd really really appreciate someone elses opinion so it's not just me bragging about this wonderful movie.
i have to read The Notebook again. Like, it's just one of those books that you have to READ you can't just see the movie and have it be equivalent to seeing the movie. nuh uh, no way josay. What and outstaaaaaanding story. i looove how Nicholas Sparks wrote it, such a unique beginning and ending. I read the book before i even thought for a second that they'd make it a movie, which, by the way, i STILL haven't seen. Theres another thing to add onto The List Of Thinds I Need To Do Before I Die.
The List Of Things I Need To Do Before I Die
.Buy the soundtrack to Disney's Anastasia
.Ride in a hot air balloon
.See the pyramids in Egypt
.Eat dinner with a chinease family in their home
.Work as a waitress
.Win the million dollar lottery
.Become an award winning author
.Buy a house in Beverly Hills
.Pretend to be a poor person on the side of the street in Boston and see how many people will really give me money
.Ride a llama down the Grand Canyon
.Drive across teh country to the 48 states in North America on one trip
.Shake hands with the president while wearing one of those buzz things (looks like a ring) that scares the hell out of the other person
.See what it's REALLY like to be stranded on an island with no food or water
Happy day before the day before christmas everyone!
// posted by RACH @ 10:21 PM 
