if irony was coffee, she wouldn't sleep for a year.
the louder she sings the harder it is for them to hear her thoughts. she is distracted by everything that does not go on around her. she needs something, anything, to take her mind off of just about everything. but nothing works. it's like she was diagnosed with a terminal illness that will never kill her. yesterday, she wanted to get married in vegas, be an astronaut, and go dancing. today she tripped over herself and just would rather not get up. she's the kind of girl who tries to hard or just doesn't try at all. sometimes she tricks herself into thinking shes smart enough to overcome anything. maybe she is.
and maybe she isn't.
either way, she will always have Hawaii. and the pinacle of conversion experiences.
There are two kinds of people in this world. The first kind know that its impossible to dance on clouds, and never try to. The second want so badly to dance on clouds, that they are actually capable of doing so. Beau is totally the second type.