Thursday, October 7, 2010
What's new?
I guess I like it here, at ASU. However, I'll never be able to adapt myself into looking good in gold or maroon. It'll just never happen. Anyways, so I start my day, usually by eating a bowl of cereal! Yeah, cereal. I would have never eaten bowls of cereal for breakfast in Tucson. It's still so strange. I guess cereal only tastes good in Phoenix. Then I'll go to class, then grab some coffee and go to the rest of my classes. Sometimes I'll come to my room, and crash out, because that's what's fun! But sometimes I get all responsible and go to the gym. I actually really like the gym, maybe it's because I have nothing better to do, but I like it. I wish it was right next to my dorm, instead of on the other side of campus. But I still like eating awful stuff... so I'm sure my body shape won't change haha. About three weeks ago I got the dermals in my chest. I've been wanting them for a long time now. So I finally manned up, and just went and got them. I soooooo love them! I guess I'm doing pretty good over here. But I still miss Tucson. I miss everything about Tucson. I miss my family, friends, my puppiess and my stinky boyfriend! I miss being able to do whatever the hell I want, with a CAR, and knowing where the hell I am going, always. I miss a queen sized bed. Twin sized beds are awful! But overall I'm doing good. I like being up here, but I can't wait to go back to Tucson next weekend, and the next and the next.
Love, Love, Love.
Blankaaaaa
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Paper Cuts
Seeing you made her quiver, even in her sleep. She wished to go up and talk to you in this crowded room, but the way the relationship ended made her feel unwelcome. She was with the new man she had named ‘Lover’ but still felt that she should approach you. Until finally you caught a glimpse of her, and then looked away. Even though you don’t want to, you know she would appreciate it if you approached her with a sweet hello. And from afar she saw you come her way, and the thunder began to rumble in her stomach. As you walked, she noticed a different posture that she had never quite seen before. A sort of arrogance in your steps made it clear that you were a new Michael. She quickly told her ‘lover’ that she would be right back, and was soon face to face with you. The smirk on your face was like nothing she had ever seen. She was searching in your eyes, for the old you, but all she could see was a recording of the night where it had all ended. She had reached the part where you grabbed hold of her hand, and said “Rose, you know…” and quickly ended when she was bumped by a shadow in the crowded bar. Now saying, “Hey, Rose, what’s up?” which left a bitter taste in her mouth. She never planned what she would say, when this time came, so there was a slightly awkward pause, finally able to force a “Hey Mike” out. After asking how she was, she wanted to tell him how much she truly missed him; the smell of his hair, the way his jeans tore at the bottom, and the way he looked in the morning. But she just replied, “good, and you?” and he said, “I’m good thanks.” She knows, she no longer wants to look into the eyes of this Michael, nor hear this unfamiliar voice. Realizing there was nothing left to talk about, they said their goodbye and both turned to return to their opposite corners. But she immediately turned around, and asked him if it was all worth it, and he said, “Yes Rose, I needed you to remember me.” “What do you mean?” she replied. He then said, “you remember those who hurt you the most.” She then woke up, recalling the dream, and realized there, Michael was sleeping with the same look he had given her in her dreams.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
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