Linger.

"She loved all of the wolves behind her house, but she loved one of them most of all.
And this one loved her back. He loved her back so hard that even the things that weren't special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant forever.
Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying good-bye behind a cracked windshield.
A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile.
It was a life I didn't want to leave behind.
It was a life I didn't want to forget.
I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say."

Different names for the same thing.

somehow my school district got somebody without a heart to plan our winter break. not only am i not on winter break yet, but i still have school tomorrow. i find this completely annoying! i get out of school the day before christmas eve? that does not make any sense! and what about the teachers that need to shop for their families? totally not fair. but on the plus side, i have a christmas break, and after tomorrow i don't have to be back until after the new year. i've finished all my christmas shopping, so i'm all set. christmas is my favorite holiday. something about the way everybody puts their differences aside and comes together seems to make the world a little brighter. i finally have my drivers license, which makes me happy. now i can put around in my little car listening to music at full blast. my obsession with death cab for cutie continues to grow. they just announced that they are coming out with a new album this spring, called codes and keys which thrilled about. the psych season finale is tomorrow, and it's the 3rd part of the yang trilogy. i'm so excited for it, but i'm sad it's the mid-season finale. also, the burn notice season finale was intense. i don't think i can wait until next summer for new episodes!
that's all for now,
until next time
feeling: full of tofu enchiladas, excited for christmas
wishing: there was no school tomorrow!
listening to: the sound of settling- death cab for cutie

burried beneath it all

i couldn't be more glad that it's a friday. honestly, this week wore on my nerves immensely. it seemed like everybody around me was looking for a way to push my buttons. my buttons to like to be pushed. on the plus side, i have a lovely weekend to look forward to where i am expected to nothing. on the downside, i have no working headphones. this wears on my patience increasingly. there is no way i could possibly wait until chirstmas to get new ones, so i am in a bit of a predicament.
this week psych was amazing. burn notice was amazing. but most of all, bones was amazing. it was quite possibly the best/saddest episode of bones ever. if you haven't seen it, i'm not spoiling it but i will tell you you need to drop whatever you are doing right now and watch it. i made home made whipping cream in foods today to go with something we made for free lab, but once we got there i realized we had no whisks. if you've ever made home made whipping cream, you know that you whip whipping cream until it turns into whipped cream. normally you do this with an electric mixer of some kind. i normally do it with a whisk for some reason. it takes a while, and your arm hurts like crazy from beating it so hard but it's fun and satisfying. the fact that we didn't have a whisk did not help matters, so i ended up using a fork. it took me about 45 minutes. which was entertaining/terrible. i'm too exhausted tonight to do too much of anything, but i did update the "weekley" section of my blog, so take a look :)
until next time,
WATCHING:PHINEAS AND FERB
LISTENING TO: THAT'S WHAT YOU GET- PARAMORE
WISHING: THERE WAS MORE SNOW

time doesn't fly so fast sometimes

so, i just can't wait until christmas break. it really needs to get here. school is driving me crazy, no matter how much time i spend relaxing, spending extra time doing nothing on the weekends, or doing absolutely nothing at all, it seems i can't get out of this stupid slump of hating school. i can't get involved in wanting to do homework, in enjoying it, in wanting to do anything but stare at christmas lights and inhale the sweet smell of evergreen. i want the snow to fall so fast that the snowplows can't keep up and the roads get snowed in. i want the air to smell of caramel and pine and relient k's christmas album to be on constant repeat. i want to wrap presents and decorate non-stop. the last thing i want to be doing is to sit in an uncomfortable desk doing algebra.
now that i'm done ranting for a minute, i've discovered a new wonderful show, where ever person on it has dedicated their life to music. it makes me feel like 'm not such a weirdo in my obsession with music. it's called the sing off. if you've never heard of it, it's like american idol, except not fake and it's groups of people singing without any instruments. it's exactly the kind of show i would dream of being on.
i think i have something like 17 days left until christmas break, so i have to tough it out. but i'll make it, somehow.
i must go annotate some ridiculous thing for english.
until next time,
WATCHING: the sing off
LISTENING TO: the dryer
WISHING: i was singing
FEELING:itchy

Breakfast for dinner

There's something great about having breakfast for dinner. Something great, about eggs and orange juice after the sun goes down. If life was they way I wanted it to be, breakfast would be at noon. Lunch would be at four, and dinner would be at midnight. Who wouldn't like a nice plate of pancakes at 12? Of course, in this perfect world school would be from about 1-3. If it existed. 1-3 would be about the right amount for me. Also, in my ideal world, chocolate cake would be abundant. Boots and heels would be in endless supply, and I would always wear a flowery dress. I would be able to break out singing in the middle of school and everybody would dance and harmonize.
My perfect world is a little bit like a fairytale.
Or a musical.
But hey, that's just me.