Politics as usual
I was looking for some old work I had done in the past, and I have found some stuff from when I was a Senior at Marian. This is from my VHS class on creative writing. i will post two stories I wrote some other time about the same event just from two peoples' perspective it is quit unique actually. i never knew it. But this is more of an essay than a story, but it is a narrative in a way. I figured I would take a break from my school work to read this and post it. It may seem weird in a way but this is very important to me, and was veyr important to me during the month when I wrote it. i actually do remember sitting int he school lubrary writing this on the horrible computer and the noisy keyboard. Whatever here it is.
Open Heart Attack
The idea of love is an emotion we feel for something, or someone. It’s the magical feeling you get in the pit of your gut and it sends a shiver up through your spine to your head, which in turn can make you as dizzy as you have ever been. The thing or person we love can do this at every sight. They can also make us cry or smile. There is nothing better in life to be in love.
My on going love since seventh grade until now, twelfth grade, has been with the same girl and it has been up close to afar. It has been nothing special, no obsession just a love for her. She gives me that shiver up my spine and those blasted butterflies that make me feel oh so sick. She becomes the focus of my eye sin a crowd of a thousand and yet I still can’t look at her face to face and we have been best friends for four years now going on five. I still look at my shoes and pretend to tie my shoelaces with my eyes as I did back in the seventh grade when we first met, but didn’t really become friends till the eighth grade. I still stutter a bit when we talk and I ramble, ramble, and ramble because I get so nervous.
With her face so beautiful, with a smile so elegant that I can see it in my dreams. Her body so perfect that my eyes can’t dare to look at it because I know I’m not worthy. The mere fact that she even talks to me is beyond my belief. She is so graceful as she walks that a pin dropping is louder than her footsteps.
The time I knew that I was really, not joking around “hey I love you because you are cute and I think so for today and tomorrow but only for these two days”, in love was the time we went to see a movie. It was a few years ago and the movie was actually “The Ring”. We were bored one Saturday night and decided to go venture off to the Bellingham theatre and see a movie.
We got there and the movie time we wanted to see was sold out, so we ran back out to our ride and asked if we could see a later movie, and of course with no discontent they said, “Yes, just call when it’s over.” So we went back and purchased tickets for a later showing.
With about an hour to waste we decided to get some food at the McDonalds that seemed so close while driving, but was oh so far away by foot. After buying the ridiculously expensive movie tickets the two of us were left with almost no money, so we had to buy a few things off of the dollar menu and spend our time eating those barely edible food items.
We ate and decided lets go back and sit around in Newbury Comics, so we got our stuff together, I gathered a bunch of napkins and placed them in my pocket, she had an awful runny nose and those napkins came in handy. We began our venture over to Newbury Comics, it is right next to the movie theatre, and it was cold out, a lot colder than we left, well it always gets cold at night during the fall so of course I was prepared with a sweatshirt. She was shivering and I let her wear it, because that is the gentlemanly thing to do.
We got to Newbury Comics, eventually it seemed to take forever, and went inside only to find out that our movie would be starting in a few minutes, so we rushed out and left for the movie. We got our seats and I took the package of napkins out of my pocket and placed them in the cup holder for her to use as the night went along.
During the movie she was so scared that my arm became numb from the grip that she held on it. I had a bruise and a few red marks on it from when she would jump and grab tighter pulling my skin and muscle. The movie ended, thankfully I survived the pain and her continuous running nose that eventually became red from the constant wiping of her buggers.
That was the night that I realized this girl was for me, or at least I thought so. Now she has a boyfriend I have sports and school, so our time together is limited. We are friends, very good friends still and keep in touch just about every day. But it’s not the same as it was then, when we were never to far apart and always hanging out seeing movies, renting movies and eating cookie dough.
The first love I know and can remember is and was a girl; she is nothing more than spectacular. I miss those late nights of movies and long walks in the middle of the night to get out of the house and just talk about life.
Open Heart Attack
The idea of love is an emotion we feel for something, or someone. It’s the magical feeling you get in the pit of your gut and it sends a shiver up through your spine to your head, which in turn can make you as dizzy as you have ever been. The thing or person we love can do this at every sight. They can also make us cry or smile. There is nothing better in life to be in love.
My on going love since seventh grade until now, twelfth grade, has been with the same girl and it has been up close to afar. It has been nothing special, no obsession just a love for her. She gives me that shiver up my spine and those blasted butterflies that make me feel oh so sick. She becomes the focus of my eye sin a crowd of a thousand and yet I still can’t look at her face to face and we have been best friends for four years now going on five. I still look at my shoes and pretend to tie my shoelaces with my eyes as I did back in the seventh grade when we first met, but didn’t really become friends till the eighth grade. I still stutter a bit when we talk and I ramble, ramble, and ramble because I get so nervous.
With her face so beautiful, with a smile so elegant that I can see it in my dreams. Her body so perfect that my eyes can’t dare to look at it because I know I’m not worthy. The mere fact that she even talks to me is beyond my belief. She is so graceful as she walks that a pin dropping is louder than her footsteps.
The time I knew that I was really, not joking around “hey I love you because you are cute and I think so for today and tomorrow but only for these two days”, in love was the time we went to see a movie. It was a few years ago and the movie was actually “The Ring”. We were bored one Saturday night and decided to go venture off to the Bellingham theatre and see a movie.
We got there and the movie time we wanted to see was sold out, so we ran back out to our ride and asked if we could see a later movie, and of course with no discontent they said, “Yes, just call when it’s over.” So we went back and purchased tickets for a later showing.
With about an hour to waste we decided to get some food at the McDonalds that seemed so close while driving, but was oh so far away by foot. After buying the ridiculously expensive movie tickets the two of us were left with almost no money, so we had to buy a few things off of the dollar menu and spend our time eating those barely edible food items.
We ate and decided lets go back and sit around in Newbury Comics, so we got our stuff together, I gathered a bunch of napkins and placed them in my pocket, she had an awful runny nose and those napkins came in handy. We began our venture over to Newbury Comics, it is right next to the movie theatre, and it was cold out, a lot colder than we left, well it always gets cold at night during the fall so of course I was prepared with a sweatshirt. She was shivering and I let her wear it, because that is the gentlemanly thing to do.
We got to Newbury Comics, eventually it seemed to take forever, and went inside only to find out that our movie would be starting in a few minutes, so we rushed out and left for the movie. We got our seats and I took the package of napkins out of my pocket and placed them in the cup holder for her to use as the night went along.
During the movie she was so scared that my arm became numb from the grip that she held on it. I had a bruise and a few red marks on it from when she would jump and grab tighter pulling my skin and muscle. The movie ended, thankfully I survived the pain and her continuous running nose that eventually became red from the constant wiping of her buggers.
That was the night that I realized this girl was for me, or at least I thought so. Now she has a boyfriend I have sports and school, so our time together is limited. We are friends, very good friends still and keep in touch just about every day. But it’s not the same as it was then, when we were never to far apart and always hanging out seeing movies, renting movies and eating cookie dough.
The first love I know and can remember is and was a girl; she is nothing more than spectacular. I miss those late nights of movies and long walks in the middle of the night to get out of the house and just talk about life.