Po-po Shut Us Down, Down

pedicure on our toes, toes

Trying on all our clothes, clothes

Boys blowing up our phones, phones

Drop-topping, playing our favorite cd's

Pulling up to the parties

This really sums up my weekend....

Fishing for Complements

I never realized how much girls like Coach shoes, until I got some. About a year ago I was at MOA (mall of america for you un-minnesota folk) with my mom and sister. I thought these shoes were cool (they were white and lime green) so I tried them on and got them. It wasn't until I got home that Gretchen (my sister) told me they were Coach shoes.

Now they aren't as white, more of a tan color and I've had to have Dad super glue the tip of one because the sole started peeling back. Yea, they aren't the best shoes I ever bought, but everyone else thinks so.

Countless times I have been wearing the grossest outfit, but random people (well not hobos off the street) will complement my shoes. Just yesterday I was sitting in Spanish and Dani, right before class started, told me she liked my shoes. Iv'e had girls from English and even people in video (who I will not name, but just say that they need a personality overhaul) have complemented my shoes. It's the weirdest thing.....what would be even weirder was if a guy complemented them.

What? With Who?

Just realized something. If Snape is gay, then who else at Hogwarts is gay? I know that (according to J.K. Rowling and Wikipedia) Dumbledor had a crush on Grindelwald who he ended up killing because he went mad with power.....but that, my friends, is a whole other story.

Possible people Snape would be 'doing'

-Dumbledor

-Professor Flitwick

-Hagrid

-Malfoy (he has an odd relationship with him...)

-Crab and Goyle (if not Malofy)

-Professor Querrel

-Voldemort?

I don't think I'll ever be able to read Harry Potter in the same mind frame again....

Brother From Another Mother

He

told me about

everything and

I cared

Love

was an option

for a while,

but not now

The Pain

came slowly

and still

hasn't left

Remembering

is hard not to do

especially when I'm

in my room

The Lesson

i've learned is

one I'll never forget

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He

lit up my world

and allowed me to

believe in lies

Love

what I thought

it was

he didn't

The Pain

is unbearable

there's no one

to blame, but him

Remembering

when I felt

normal and when

I didn't know him

The Lesson

I never needed

came sooner than

I wanted

S: please tell me why you call me Snape!

L: nope....evil glare

S: what's your problem?

L: you're gay....and you really need to fix your nose, i'm not kidding. okay, now go cry in the bathroom.

S: how did you know I was gay?

L: darling, believe me i have my sources.

I hate you Snape. Not the actor the other one.

Me Amore!

Dear Meghan,

How are ya'll doin'? Do you like my southern drall? I think it's coolcopter, and yes that's a word. I stalked you today, hope you don't mind.

Meghan doesn't like that I (along with others) stalk her blog. Too bad she should of thought of this before she made one! So if you also want to creep on her go here. iwantmoremeghan enjoy!

p.s. just for you Meghan I'm gonna' say this. PSYCH is on tonight! Wahoo!

In Deep

Finally, they were going to do it.

He pulled her onto the bed on top of him. Staring up from the soft mattress he tried to take in everything so he would never forget.

The bus’ brown seats were bland. Outside the season was in the awkward period of changing from fall to winter. Sighing he looked back down at his ipod and scrolled thru the playlist, nothing was looking good today.

Suddenly he felt something on his head, he turned around. A girl with brown hair and green eyes was staring down at him. She smiled and blushed.

“Sorry.” She said.

He took out his ear buds and smiled back at her.

“No problem.” He said back.

He looked into her green eyes and leaned in to kiss her. She eagerly unbuttoned his shirt. Placing her hand in the middle of his chest sent chills up his back. Rolling over he reluctantly let her hand released from his.

“Your saving yourself?”

“I just don’t want to do it with someone until I love them.” She looked back at him with a suborn expression. Her eyes squinting up at him.

“Fine.” He looked away towards the lake they were walking around. She hugged herself to keep warm in the damp fogy weather. Turning towards her he stopped and pulled her close.

“What are you doing?” she said her stubborn eyes searching his face.

He smile. “Kissing you.” He said and leaned forward.

The sheets and pillows were on the floor along with their clothes. Both of them were silent. They were the only two people on earth.

Only seven more days, he thought in third hour science. Only seven more days. He drummed his fingers on his textbook. Turning around he mouthed to her what he was thinking. Blushing she turned back to assignment unwilling the acknowledged that she was thinking about that to.

Her bedroom smelled of a sweet flower. He breather in the smell from the bed. She was asleep, and would be until morning. She was facing away from him, still naked, mouth open and silently snoring.

He couldn’t bring himself to wait until tomorrow morning. Slowly getting up he groped around in the dark to find his cloths. Leaving only his shirt, she could have it to remember forever like he would.

Walking over to the window he opened it and slipped out unnoticed by anyone.

“Mom, please.” He had a serious ton in his voice.

Looking at her son she sighed.

“3,000 miles?” He turned away from her.

“Yep.”

Iv'e been thinking about my conversation with Courtney on Saturday. I talked about things I had 'swept under the rug' and now I can't stop thinking about it. I wrote this at the beginning of the school year. It just seems appropriate.

Game Not Over Until You Win

"Three chairs faced Mr. Thornhill's Desk."

"My car, said the Vice Principal."

"Your getting the bear."

"Beware of the Ides of March"

"The coyote"

"Callie: Your parkas in the dryer."

"I'm afraid there's nobody here by that name."

"How could she live with her fathers parent's when they were killed in a car accident on her sixth birthday?"

"Pull the fire alarm?"

"Maybe we should lose the baret."

"Why is punk rock for losers today only?"

"....wasn't exactly a great way to start the day."

"You mean he's in a coma?"

"...holmes shook his head gravely...."

"I can't believe she did this-she's only twelve."

You need to read this, amazing.