I got a call in the middle of the night to tell me there was a burning car in the middle of the street. It sounds unusual enough, but this was the first time you ever called me. To tell me about a burning car. You said it looked like it was new. Could it be a murder scene? Was there a body inside? You didn't stay to stare and kept driving, your ( Read more... )

Maybe an open mic reading should be arranged, maybe that will render me less scatter-brained.

This was one of the funner weekends I've had in such a long while.. I took Friday off from studying to take part in a Lady Gaga look alike contest, and I won 3rd place! So, I am going to her concert now on March 12 :)

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For whatever reason, this evening I decided to spend perusing through old entries here on livejournal. I guess maybe it was because I couldn't remember where I've come from for once, and I really do find that depressing and unnerving and eerie, more than anything. For instance, I can't remember why I stopped posting on here, why I stopped writing ( Read more... )

But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions-it is by grace you have been saved. And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, ( Read more... )

if it's something you planned, or just something you decided to do at the last minute-hurting me. Either way, you did, and all I'm doing here is missing you. I don't get it.

We all need someone to walk on.. I just wish I'd been forewarned about the oncoming stampede. Maybe then things would be different, but instead I lie here, castigated, near unrecognizable, and still they fall and fall and fall. This hail storm is never-ending; I'm simply dying for winter flakes, anything I'd give for an escape ( Read more... )

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands.

In retrospect, I'm certain that I will label this as being far more difficult than it ever initially was for me to accept. I'm grabbing at any protrusion-a sleeve, your hand, even your knees-anything to hold onto. But, you are leaving. No matter my objections and I know the decision was partially mine in the making. If I ever ask you for a favor, ( Read more... )

So, it's midsummer and I feel wasteful. The every day motions of work and sleep are seemingly endless and I only wish to return to school. I don't know why I so wish to return to school ( Read more... )