Tuesday, June 28, 2011

I Like It When the Girls Stop by for the Summer

Some things are just too good to pass up or forget. Not even for a moment.

Friendships.

Best Friends.

Tan lines.

Water.

Tanning oil.

Laughs.

Red Bull.

Reisens.

Barefeet.

Swim Suits.

Wake surfing.

Summer.


You.


"Here comes the sun Little Darling,Little darling,

the smiles returning to the faces Little darling,

it seems like years since it's been here Here comes the sun,

here comes the sun and I say it's all right"


Changing desires and choices.

Living and learning,

T.



Saturday, June 25, 2011

There is a Hidden Message About a Boy Who Loves a Girl.

M and I were in the car today.

Talking about wanting a man,

and not being wanted back in the same passion.


Are men really incapable of having that desire of wanting a woman? Or is it that desire only procured by the women that don't deserve it. The women that seem less than par.


In women, there is a point when that man, that individual, is what they physically want. Not sexually and crudely, but desire with their heart. Stomachs turn, and we are drawn to that person. Maybe its estrogen, but maybe not.


For me,

wanting someone makes perfect sense.

I have an intellectual connection that seems natural.

Personality is where it hits the homerun in the ninth inning for me. I'm a bit immature, but ultimately wise. If someone can understand and relate that's it.

I'm hooked.

That

"MMMMMMM"

DANGIT

DYNAMITE

feeling that is just uncomparable to anything else.

It wrenches at the gut, and kicks in the stomach.

It hurts so good, and eases the mind all at the same time.

I need that connection until they rip the romantic, love connection rug right out from under my feet.


How do I make that individual want me back?

How do I kick them back?

Make them feel exactly what they have put me through

Love potion NO.9? (if only)

Some women just have the finesse, and are able to make a man want them so badly they act like an idiot and they want that undeserving tart. I do not posses that gift.

Most of the time I'm glad, but this time its different.


I want you to want me. I need you to need me.

If only it were that simple,

T.


"Do you care if I don't know what to say?

Will you sleep at night? Will you Think of me?

Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay?

There is someone out there who feels just like me.


Those notes you've wrote me

I've kept them all

I've given a lot of thought of how to write you back this fall

With every single letter in every single word

There will be a hidden message about a boy who loves a girl"



Monday, June 6, 2011

Hello twenty. Goodbye H.

I'm no longer a teenager.


Hello true adulthood.




Way to go T. Another year older. I am excited to report that you are a better person that you were last year. Older, wiser, smarter.


I think I finally have a grip on the filter between my brain and my mouth, I at least like to think so.


I also believe that age is softening me. I cry all the time. Its pathetic.


Im vastly more aware of the social and spiritual reprocussions of my actions, and I love it.






Plan for the 20's:


Get married


Start a family


Graduate from college


Graduate from grad school


See 10 new countries --


(one each year? That seems reasonable)


Be a better person than I was the day before.


Rule the world. Just kidding, kind of.




Pinky and the brain would be proud.




On another note--


2 years is a long time. A really long time.


Its hard enough to wait a week for something; letting the anticipation build, but two years seems ridiculous. How do people do this?


H, is leaving.


The things that he has said have had an enormous impact on my thoughts.




His birthday note to me was so sweet I giggled like a tween for an hour. Kind of embarassing, but I couldnt help it.


His adventure is going to be incredible.

2 years and the next ten will pass quickly im sure of it.


But not too quickly please. make sure to take advantage of it. Love yourself, love others, love experience. Never let your experiences be dull or not worth while. Make each day memorable. Take advantage of each expereince that is thrown your way.






Here's to a great twenty-frist year of life,


T.