I can't stop; I can't stop; I can't stop.

things I've put aside that need to be done asap:
school.
laundry.
develop pictures.
get picture frames.
fight speeding ticket.

september is tomorrow, and I miss us already.

a brief stroke of romance,

her heart was throbbing with excitement. she couldn't help but take a moment to admire the mural that was painted on the wall; yellows and purples and pinks; it was so perfect. climbing the narrow stairs she reached a dead line half way through. she regathered herself just in time to see him laying there tightly wound in his bedsheets. she crept in next to him, he almost died himself.
"it's just me! it's just me!"
without hesitation he wrapped his arms around her and mumbled, "no, I'm okay. you're my protection."

they walked and then they kept walking. laughing and singing barefoot down on the steamy cement. good community surrounds them which instantly gave her comfort.
"I'm going to show you something today," he smirks.

listening to poor pop music, singing along to lyrics people mock; it couldn't get any better. they finally reached the infamous "private property" and they eagerly trespassed. piles and piles of large sand hills surrounds them; then she sees what resembles a small, very sandy, lagoon. the water is aqua blue; it looks as if it were taken straight from the ocean.
"I'm going to jump right in."
clothes suddenly piled on the sandy surface, they prepare themselves for the arctic plunge. without hesitation she jumps in first, while he slowly crept in inch by inch.
"I don't know how you managed to do that so easily," he shivers causing him to choke on his smile. He watched her swim around freely in awe; his eyes drawn to every movement she made as she floated on the surface of the water. this could almost be a dream.

with empty packs of cigarettes and an empty bottle of wine, the sun had decided to finally leave us. she felt so cliche; she normally didn't believe in fairy tales, but she felt as though she could have lived in that moment forever.

laying in her own bed she couldn't stop smiling. she could still smell him on her skin as she let the days events flow through her mind over and over. it was in that moment where she pieced it together: he had truly fallen from the sky, because it was all to good to be true.

cork mouth.

So Ireland looks exactly how they say it looks; green. green. green. But not like, winnipeg green, like super lush vibrant green. I could live there, really I could. Their accents aren't a stereotype either, they sound just like they do in the movies; it's fantastic!

my moron of a brother "formated" my camera, causin all my pictures from london to dissapear. Needless to say I was choked, and I almost (for real) cried.
.... so that was a downer.


However! I got really drunk with my family and their friends last night and danced at some random disco club that was located at the very top of this place we've been calling "home" for the past week.

"you dance just like your mother!!" says dad.... ah shit.


side note: I haven't thought of "him" in over a week. scratch that, I did just now, but! it's a relief.
side note 2: I haven't stopped thinking about "him2" since I've left. Sweet reminders you miss me doesn't help either. argh! you're just so great!


ps. shout out to the stewart kids: you keep me sane.

quickie

I'm sitting at a desk and I can feel myself sway; left, right, left, right. It's almost frustrating because you can't walk in a straight line. Add liquore and you're doomed. However, it's nice to be rocked to sleep everynight.


I don't have much time, so I'm going to make this a quick blurb.

I spent time in London with my dearest Alexa, which was, obviously, a huge thrill. We did what we do best; drank beer and people watched. We even took the time to hit the "clubs" only to chug our beer in a plastic bottle, laugh and head back out to the busy streets of London. Also? McDonalds on Picadilly seemed to taste so much better.


I'm in Cork tomorrow! Irland; land of my descents.

I've had one cigarette in the past two days: what!? don't worry, that will change when I get back.


However, being surrounded by people over the age of 80 all day, everyday, is a little irritating. When you're walking around with an oxygen tank strapped to your back you know you shouldn't be traveling. But! alas! there they are, with their dirty martinis and bitter attitudes.

I miss home and it's comfort. Mostly I miss my girls, my work, my mystery man.

Anyways, more to come soon!

love you all.

the penguin to my pebble.

creatures only come out at night:
it came roaring through my front door. Covered in black, all I can see is it's tool of destruction strapped onto it's belt. There were tears in it's eyes.
"why am I such a monster?" it cries.
I can only sit there and pretend everything is o.k.
"I don't like it when you look at me like that," I reply.
my hands are covering my face yet I am no longer threatened by the sight of it all.
Suddenly it's sunrise, and your black cloak melts along with your heartache. I almost felt bad; then I realized choices were made; it's for the better.
So I let it melt in my arms, until it finally stops shaking.
"you're going to be o.k."

He slithered back out my front door and as it shuts, I held onto the handle and I didn't let go.

take 2.

you must have fallen out of the sky, because you've completely managed to cover me in greatness. You intimidate me, you inspire me, you make me laugh, you make me nervous in better ways then worse and best of all,
I really like your hats.

cloud nine: 5th gear-full throttle.

ps. europe in tminus 12 hours.