24 July 2010

6 hours!!!!

...And then I'm on my way home. Closer to Monday and the non-coffee date at the bookstore. And happiness (:

23 July 2010

a very potter sequel

Watching A Very Potter Sequel. I recommend watching AVPM first, and the the first few parts of AVPS, but here's where this still is from ---> [here]

22 July 2010

the party, part xxxv (35)

The monotony brings about some amazing things.

There is a boy, one from before our tale began, one from when our girl still dreamed of being in high school. Her first serious boyfriend, a boy that was wrenched away by a jealous 'friend' all those years ago. Someone she was afraid to talk to for the longest time. The one she's spent almost two full days talking to.

Her new boyfriend. They guy that makes her feel invincable, tells her how pretty she is and makes her feel happier than she's been.

It's incredible, actually.

How they went from the intense seperation to this closeness...even though they're 700 miles apart at the moment. Just started talking, out of the blue, then ended up together by the morning light. He makes her feel like she can do anything, because he believes in her.

And it's not the falseness like ones in the past. Everything is amplified. The sun is brighter, her bed is cozier, and just hearing his laugh makes her grin.

She is about to go crazy missing him, though.

Two days, she thinks, waiting for the trip back home. Two more days, and then I'm home. She can't wait.

Moments are counted down, trying to spent time at work to make the hours fly by quicker. Phone calls snuck on break, talking to the guy that makes sure that silly smile is on her face. It's more than she could ask for.

More than she ever thought she deserved.

21 July 2010


"I remember your hands because I held them so much."


I started talking to my like legit first boyfriend a while ago, and he said that. It's really kinda sweet, since we dated like 5 years ago, and we've both dated a few people in between (*ahem*5*ahem*)

Hm...I need sleep. Work tomorrow :P

16 July 2010

the party, part xxxiv (34)

The overhaul has begun.

“Friends” have been deleted off of facebook, special lists made so only the people she cares about can talk to her, and craziness averted. It feels liberating and amazing and like she’s wrapped up in a blanket of love. (Cheesy, she knows)

And she’s down South at the family restaurant; the zoo didn’t get her references in time so she was ineligible to help out there. But it’s fine. Work’s fun. The servers and bartenders are so incredibly nice and welcoming, and she doesn’t have to go into work until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. What more could you ask for?

Her friends, that’s what.

She misses them so much, and there’s only so much you can talk about on the phone. It’s a million times better in person. There’s a few people down here, of course, but she doesn’t really know them and the only time they have together is when they’re all working. She wishes her friends had snuck down in the trunk or something, anything to keep her sane.

Because the mornings, before work? She’s home alone, and it gets pretty boring after the first hour or two. There are only so many games online she can stand before going braindead.

But she deals with it.

There’s no going home, no crying “Uncle” or clicking her heels three times. There’s only waiting for two weeks to pass, sometimes in monotony and sometimes so busy time flies.

14 July 2010

i'm the man who can't be moved

Watched the video for The Scipts' "Man Who Can't Be Moved" and you know how people cry at the commerical that goes back in time to when the two people met before they begin their life together? (I tried to find it, but I forgot what it's for)

I started bawling watching Man Who Can't.

First off, the band is one of my all-time favorites. I love Danny O'Donoghue's voice. Secondly, I'm Irish :) And it's just so sweet. The entire thing. The song, the lyrics, the video...

I want a guy like Danny. Someone that would love me that much, as to go to that kind of lengths...well, that would be entering uncharted territory for moi.

Of course, I have like three (guy) friends that love me like that, but they're all gay. And I have some prospects...I don't know. The one I've only started talking to since school let out, and he's going to be gone soon. Off to school. Another is practically my brother. I've known him for almost five years...And then there's the guy Audra wants to set me up with...

I have no idea. Why can't I find a guy that looks like Danny O'Donoghue, is sweet like Stefan from Vampire Diaries, dangerous like Damian, and just...perfect. For me.

12 July 2010

there's so much sun where i come from

Ohmahgosh, lovlies, I have writings for you!!!!!!!!!!

Crazy, right? But on the way down to workcation home, at a hotel, I got inspiration! Like when "Lion Boy" (aka Adrian) was born!


He had cornflake golden hair, eyes like emeralds, and he was my best friend. It was right after the school play - me and one of the other girls forgot the words to our song and everyone was mad. I sat by myself in the very last row of the auditorium, just thinking.

One of his friends came over, arms overloaded. "He wanted me to give these to you. Says you're still his little dreamer."

I took his armful, suprised at the weight. It was a card, a hardcover journal and a bag of mini KitKats - my favorites.

I opened the card first. It had been blank on the front, but the inside was full of his messy scrawl.

Dear you,

You did brilliantly, no matter the mistakes you made. You're still you, and that alone made this play worth watching.
I don't know how to say this. It's new to me, uncharted waters. I love you. You would know this if you paid attention to my songs, to my short stories...they're all about you. They've always been about you.
You've been my playmate, my protector, the one to be protected, my first kiss (since we both just wanted it over with), my confidant. But I want you to be my first - and only - love. Honestly, I think I've wanted that ever since we were little.
You're my little dreamer. I'm forever yours.

I vaguely realized I was crying as I finished reading. I had felt this every day of my life, ever since he entered into it. But to know he felt the same way was new. It was exhilarting, thrilling, uplifting.

I could see him from where I sat, and I wanted to go to him right then. But there was still the matter of the journal. I opened the front cover, seeing his familiar scrawl once again

Things about Hayley

That was when my control broke. I grabbed my pile of stuff and rushed over to him. I guess something in my eyes gave me away, because his friends left as soon as they saw me coming.

I dropped my stuff in a seat next to where we stood.

"Hey," he grinned, uncharacteristic nervousness in his voice.

"Hey," I whispered, before taking his hand in my own. "I love you too, Gabriel."

And then I kissed him.

It was like every kiss should be. Innocent, sweet, demanding, playful. Exploring. Souls connecting, so close you can almost tell the others' thoughts.

There was longing and passion. I could tell just how long he'd been waiting in every insistant kiss.

And then, it was over.

I felt like crying again, because of how empty I felt once it was over, but happy about the future - our future.

By looking at his face, I could tell he felt exactly the same. Wiping a stray tear off my face, he whispered tenderly, "I'll always love you."

What do y'all think? I'm kinda hoping to channel this into Lion Boy somehow.