Thursday, November 18, 2010

Amelia the Zombie

Ooops, first name.

I haven't slept for more than four hours a night since I started high school.


I have permanent dark circles under my eyes.

Yuck, and my skin is even paler than usual.

Guess I look like a sexy chubby white vampire babe.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

I have been a lazy-ass blogger.

A really lazy one.

I got this assignment in Creative Writing; What I Want My Words to do to You.
I like using gorgeous metaphors, and these are some of my favorite lines;

I want my words to awake something deep and forgotten, like a dollar in a an old pair of jeans or the puzzle piece beneath the couch.

I want them to deglaze your rhinestone eyes and pop the bubble around your mouth.

I want my words to sink you and fill your mouth with grit, and I want them to raise you up, till you catch stars like fireflies and kiss the clouds.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Guess Who Grew Some Metaphorical Testicles?

I played guitar and sang at Coffeehouse tonight. I was decent, I was cheered for, and I was complimented by people I never expected to compliment me.

I love being onstage, but singing makes me want to vomit.

A person I know wrote two poems, and a short story, and she read them, and I loved them, but I'm too much of a pansy to say that to her face.

All in all, pretty good day. We also got cable, and my dad made pizza.


Sleepover tomorrow with my ex-bestfriend and Youthgroup on Sunday morning, then full day of boyfriend. Life's pretty good, I just never get to sleep.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Trophy Husbands and Halloween

I love Halloween more than anything.


I would sell my soul to have Halloween once a month. Any takers?

Friday, October 29, 2010

You are Never too Old for Halloween.

It's my favorite holiday, more than anything.


Zombie Bride and Groom with Boyfriend.


That is all.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

I Wanted to Write a Poem

I wanted to write a poem

About butterflies in stomachs

And clasped hands

And details only I notice

I planned out all the metaphors

And similes

And beautiful language

That flows like water

But when I sat down to write

Your beautiful poem

I lost all the words

And all the similes

And metaphors

And everything I had so carefully planned

To take your breath away

I had to wing it.

And this is what I have to offer

Words that other people use

But still mean the world between you and I;

I love you.