A Vision in Green

It's silly to cry over a dress, this I know well. But what if, what if those tears are really from joy? Looking in that dusty mirror gently balancing against the wall in my grandparent's dining room I realized that I had never felt so beautiful.

I had no intention of visiting Connecticut today and finding the dress which I would where to my Senior Prom, but that was precisely the result of my trip. I am overjoyed, as ridiculous as it may seem.

It is kind of ridiculous to be so happy about a dress. Especially when that dress is nothing like I thought it would be, but when I'm in it I feel like a princess. And I can't wait to see my prince charming in a matching green vest and tie.

Can we just paint the whole world green?

Damon

Today I was a hero.
I had super strength.
I had magic fingers that could conjure a laugh.
I had patience enough for both of us.
I was the winner of Top Chef.
I brought lyrical words from a shy child's mouth.
I owned at Dr. Seuss board games.
I taught a five-year-old how to spell "meow.
I made $100 bucks doing what I would do for free.

I babysat today, and I feel accomplished.

:-)

Stream of Consciousness

I am in a good place right now. I don't know whats going to happen to us. Tonight was fun with new friends. Tonight was awkward because of all of the crushing that wasn't published. That didn't make sense, except in my head. Today I went to the doctor, I have the "medicine" but I'm not taking it yet (and I don't know when I will...). Laura is texting me and I want to go to bed. I sometimes reveal information that I shouldn't about my personal life and I don't know why that is. My drama class would agree with that last statement, actually everyone would agree with that last statement. I hate keeping secrets but I try really hard to do it anyways. Sometimes I pretend I like people, and sometimes I fail at it. When I have a lot to say I babble (like this). I want to know if I got into Smith. Then again, I want to know if I got into college, period. I want to already know my plan like some of my peers. I hate feeling out of control. I hate not knowing if he's going to leave me behind. I hate thinking that it might not be a bad idea. Sad but true: I love to feel smarter than my peers (it doesn't happen very often) My toes are cold. I should be in bed right now because I have to work with sixth graders in the morning. Sometimes I let my religion define my life and I'm not sure I'm okay with that. I've never had a Christmas tree. I love you. Bye

She ran away

They had a fight

They were both heated and insulted

And now only one of them's around

And he's simply no help

I still havn't finished this essay...

my mind is all cramped up

When I was little I thought that writer's block was a condition that people who wrote books got when they wrote too much and their hand cramped up.

I don't know how to articulate my thoughts...... this sucks.