You are Never too Old for Halloween.

It's my favorite holiday, more than anything.

Really.

Zombie Bride and Groom with Boyfriend.

I LOVE HALLOWEEN.

That is all.

Zombie Boyfriends FTW.

That is all.

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.

Dammit, I missed the boobies.

Have you ever seen Bram Stoker's Dracula? Jesus Christ.

We had a movie night for play practice yesterday because we had today off, and we had a vampire movie marathon.

SO MUCH SEX.

And breasts.

And weird kinky werewolf sex.

We had to cover my friend's eyes, and I cheered every time there was a boobie.

Most epic play rehearsal ever.

High school is definitely not middle school.

Bloooooooggiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngggggg.

Oh. That's kinda sad.

Have you ever made like insta-friends? That you automatically think are like, the shit?

And then lose them over the shitty thing?

Yep. That's what happened to me.

It sucks.

Really bad.

And nothing else has happened.

Except first trumpet is still a prick.

Another Fiddly Little Poem. Thing.

Love songs suck.

So do cheesy metaphors

and flower petals

and rotten cliches

that stick in your teeth.

So do

expensive necklaces

and late night phone calls

and dramatic tears

and kisses in the rain.

But I won't lie,

I love every

single

nauseating thing

you do.

And I just thought you should know.

Agh.

I've been violently ill for like, four days. And by violently I mean projectile vomiting, and pulling a muscle in my stomach from puking so much.

And once I had successfully gotten food out of my system I got to sit on the edge of the tub and dry heave bile for hours.

Gross.

That was the worst stomach virus I have ever had, in my life.

And it also sucked, because I missed Jazz and Java (free coffee and combo plays on Friday mornings) school pictures, my creative writing elective (which I really like), and a jam session that combo was hosting on Friday night.

Big ball of blow.

Seriously.

Because that was going to be awesome, and I really wanted to go. That's not just me being a huge band loser.

But I'm a Unitarian Universalist Humanist. Uhm. It's confusing. Look up Unitarian Universalist because I can't explain it in anything less than an essay, but a humanist is someone who believes that you don't need a higher power to govern what's right and wrong; you should be able to figure that out for yourself.

But we had a lock-in at my church, for youth group. We just ate junk food and played ghost in the graveyard all night, and it was pretty sweet. And we got strawberry shortcake for breakfast.

AWESOME.

Boyfriend went, and I fell asleep on him during the movie, and he didn't shove me off or anything. He's so sweet.

We watched the movie Seven Pounds, and even though I missed the ending Boyfriend told me, and I bawled my eyes out.

Seriously.

Anyway, that's it.