sqeaking into the wide doors at borders in flat brown sandals and willowy pants thinking forcefully you are fearless...no really. what are you so scared of?. i did not realize how much i wanted to turn in my writing until they told me i had missed the deadline. i think my eyes went large because the manager finished his sentence smiling "but i do ( Read more... )

in and out and over and under and on and on. my life. is full. of dancing and laughing and running with my arms draped over short boys who speak spanish fluently with a single blanket covering the both of us. of cds being played and books being read (ever so slowly). of evaluations declaring "nicole = good!!" and sometimes i speak like a gangstah ( Read more... )

kyle and i decided that the clouds picked up the ocean and are dropping it off ON OUR HEADS. last night was spent listening to brian play songs and lindsey be ... lindsey and then finding perfect prom jewlrey with my cousin and going to steak and shake. my brother did not do well in his track and field event on friday. he never wanted to ( Read more... )

you wake up in the morning and shuffle into the bathroom to find your hair in it's usual ball of frizz. oh well, you throw it up [again] and brush your teeth. no make-up today, you don't feel like it. if you stand on your toes you are over five feet tall but you don't mind because when you stand in front of your bathroom sink you feel tall[-er ( Read more... )

i want to tell you the story of my life, so that you'll understand. so that my fingers outlining the edge of my desk, my feet tapping to the rythm of your guitar, my eyes pouring out stories, so that it will make sense. and maybe you can even love it, you can realize i'm not the person you've met before and you cannot tell what i'm thinking or ( Read more... )

part 1: after the play last night travis and i had a boxing match and i think i would have won but i told him we would wait to finish until after sunday's show because i didn't want to bruise his face. one outside he picked me up, flung me over his shoulder and carried me around back pretending that he was going t throw me in a pile of grabage. ( Read more... )