(Heh, funny play on title of my current favorite sappy cabaret song 'Love, You Didn't Do Right by Me'...DON'T JUDGE ME, I'M ALREADY PARANOID).
2:30 AM creeps me the F out. (It's actually 2:42 AM right now...minor technicality). I don't know why I'm still awake. Really. I don't. I have absolutely no reason to be up right now. I should be sleeping. I'm tired. I'm actually starting to get a stomachache from how tired I am, but for some reason, that's not stopping me.
But really. Silence? Is mildly creepy. I guess it can be comforting, if you're in the mood for it, but it's legit creepy. You can hear outside things rustlin' around and old things that creak... and your dog snoring (no big deal, really).
To add to creeperishness (new favorite not-word), I just discovered a cobweb streching from the corner of my room to something on my desk. I'm a terrible housekeeper. I hope to God I never become a crazy cat lady becuase my house would probably be in a condition too dangerous to be cleaned by a Haz-Mat crew. I'm afraid to know what it looks like behind my bedside table.
Plus my house is cold. Well, really, my bedroom is cold. I'm pretty sure it's the coldest room in the house, and I could never figure out why.
I had coffee. Looong time ago. That's probably not why I'm still awake because that was almost 11 hours ago.
Really. Why am I still here? Why am I wasting my time? When I'm a college student, I'm probably going to be WISHING I had taken this opportunity to sleep. Oh well. Whatever. I don't have to do anything tomorrow. The only thing pressing on my agenda for tomorrow is going with my mom to see 'New Moon'. For the third time.
DON'T JUDGE ME.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
An Open Letter to my Good Ol' Olympus Camera
Dear Olympus,
I want to start off by telling you that I’m sorry. You need to understand that I never meant to hurt you. But honestly, did you ever think that what we had was real? I don’t think we were ever made for each other.
Sure, we had some good times. And true, you were much more reliable than my old camera, although you sometimes took entirely too long to take a picture. But it’s true that you had the greatest internal memory of any camera I’ve ever met. If it hadn’t been for your marvelous internal memory, I’d have wasted $40 on a memory card a long time ago. You never were able to take adequate video, but I digress.
You were good to me for two years, but it’s over between us. What we had was never real love. Maybe infatuation, but never love. And yes, I would have missed innumerable Kodak moments without you, but truly, you never dazzled me.
I hate to say it because I sound like a whore, but I was really just playing you. That’s the truth. I was biding my time until I could find a new lover. I want to be open and honest with you now, because you certainly deserve that much.
Speaking of honesty, as for the affair, Samsung and I have really only been seeing each other on the side for about a week now. He’s the only other one, though. While we were together, I never once fantasized about another camera, I never pushed another’s buttons, I never even took another picture with one. I have been completely faithful to you up until about a week ago when I saw Samsung looking at me from across the crowded Best Buy. One look at the video of his capabilities, one twinkle of that shiny front LCD screen and I was hooked.
I really am sorry, but Samsung and I were just made for each other. We were meant to be together. We’re in love. He’s good to me, and I’ve promised to never let him schlep around in my purse, for fear of damaging his beauty. We’ve already begun finishing each other’s sentences and he can put snow on whatever picture I want, no matter the season. Never again will I have to try to take my self portrait 12 different times, because his front LCD screen allows for the perfect self portrait every time. And you know how much my friends and I take pictures of ourselves. Really. You may not think it now, but this is best for both of us.
I want the best for you, because over the past two years we have become close. I hope you live a lovely life in retirement because you deserve it after the way I used you. Please know that I will always be there if you need to talk, and I really do feel badly about the way I’ve treated you. You didn’t deserve that, and it’s clear now that I never deserved you.
I honestly hope we can still be friends.
All the best,
Alexa
I want to start off by telling you that I’m sorry. You need to understand that I never meant to hurt you. But honestly, did you ever think that what we had was real? I don’t think we were ever made for each other.
Sure, we had some good times. And true, you were much more reliable than my old camera, although you sometimes took entirely too long to take a picture. But it’s true that you had the greatest internal memory of any camera I’ve ever met. If it hadn’t been for your marvelous internal memory, I’d have wasted $40 on a memory card a long time ago. You never were able to take adequate video, but I digress.
You were good to me for two years, but it’s over between us. What we had was never real love. Maybe infatuation, but never love. And yes, I would have missed innumerable Kodak moments without you, but truly, you never dazzled me.
I hate to say it because I sound like a whore, but I was really just playing you. That’s the truth. I was biding my time until I could find a new lover. I want to be open and honest with you now, because you certainly deserve that much.
Speaking of honesty, as for the affair, Samsung and I have really only been seeing each other on the side for about a week now. He’s the only other one, though. While we were together, I never once fantasized about another camera, I never pushed another’s buttons, I never even took another picture with one. I have been completely faithful to you up until about a week ago when I saw Samsung looking at me from across the crowded Best Buy. One look at the video of his capabilities, one twinkle of that shiny front LCD screen and I was hooked.
I really am sorry, but Samsung and I were just made for each other. We were meant to be together. We’re in love. He’s good to me, and I’ve promised to never let him schlep around in my purse, for fear of damaging his beauty. We’ve already begun finishing each other’s sentences and he can put snow on whatever picture I want, no matter the season. Never again will I have to try to take my self portrait 12 different times, because his front LCD screen allows for the perfect self portrait every time. And you know how much my friends and I take pictures of ourselves. Really. You may not think it now, but this is best for both of us.
I want the best for you, because over the past two years we have become close. I hope you live a lovely life in retirement because you deserve it after the way I used you. Please know that I will always be there if you need to talk, and I really do feel badly about the way I’ve treated you. You didn’t deserve that, and it’s clear now that I never deserved you.
I honestly hope we can still be friends.
All the best,
Alexa
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Happy Christmas Eve!
I have to admit, today has been somewhat amusing. And somewhat irritating as well.
As of today, my mom and I had done almost NO Christmas shopping at all. So we basically had to do pretty much everything today. Which is bad enough on a normal day, but I woke up this morning and I'm pretty sure I have a sinus infection because the right side of my face really hurts and my head is all stuffy and my right eye seriously won't stop watering.
Oh yeah. I'm pretty today.
But it's made for some really interesting looks today, because I usually look like I'm crying, and when I don't look like I'm crying, my right eye is basically swollen shut, so I look like I'm winking constantly. Which is really entertaining because for some reason, almost every man running around today was very attractive. It just figures that the day I've got wink-eye and my hair is a Cowardly Lion-esque 12x12 mass on the top of my head (hair appointment, don't judge) that all the attractive guys would be out.
ANYWAY I thought I might entertain with a few quotes from last night/today, because the people I surround myself with are very entertaining that way.
Wuh: Why is it that the universe loves you so much?
Zach: I don't know. But I think the universe loves me in the wrong way. I feel like if the universe really loved me, it would at least give me a career path or something.
Me: So basically you're saying that the universe treats you like a cheap whore?
Zach: Basically.
Wuh: Oh, I can think of worse things...
(driving past Lighthouse Pools last night - massive amounts of Christmas trees in the display window)
Bee: Oh my God! Look at all those Christmas trees! It's like a Christmas tree epiphany.
Wuh: It's a Christmas tree orgasm.
(today, picking out Legos for my cousin)
Mom: Do you think he would like this at all?
Me: Not really. Preston never struck me as a King Arthur kind of guy. He's not so much 'What, ho! Off to battle!' kind of guy as he is a sirens and Kevlar vests kind of guy.
Me: Hey, do you think the Greeks would be horrified if I found a Mary is my Homegirl T-shirt and wore it tomorrow for Christmas?
Mom: Yes. They would be. It would go right over Yia-Yia's head, but everyone else would be horrified. Plus it's blasphemy. You might be able to get away with it Saturday though.
(text to Wuh)
Just saw Ian from the Fairways at Kohl's. Took me a minute to place him mostly because he was wearing a shirt. Awkward much?
(driving past a family outside Target)
Me: So is that a girl or a boy?
Mom: It's a cheetah.
Me: That's not what I asked you.
Mom: OH. Oh... now I see what you're talking about. Hard to tell. Sometimes it's best not to know.
Mom: I don't know about the Legos thing. We're going to have to think outside the box on this.
Me: Heh. That's funny. 'Cause Legos... come in a box.
That's about all. Things were funny because we got super-delirious and then we hit rock bottom and nothing was funny anymore. Now we're just exhausted. So I'm off to wrap things and watch 'White Christmas'. Yay.
Happy Christmasish!
As of today, my mom and I had done almost NO Christmas shopping at all. So we basically had to do pretty much everything today. Which is bad enough on a normal day, but I woke up this morning and I'm pretty sure I have a sinus infection because the right side of my face really hurts and my head is all stuffy and my right eye seriously won't stop watering.
Oh yeah. I'm pretty today.
But it's made for some really interesting looks today, because I usually look like I'm crying, and when I don't look like I'm crying, my right eye is basically swollen shut, so I look like I'm winking constantly. Which is really entertaining because for some reason, almost every man running around today was very attractive. It just figures that the day I've got wink-eye and my hair is a Cowardly Lion-esque 12x12 mass on the top of my head (hair appointment, don't judge) that all the attractive guys would be out.
ANYWAY I thought I might entertain with a few quotes from last night/today, because the people I surround myself with are very entertaining that way.
Wuh: Why is it that the universe loves you so much?
Zach: I don't know. But I think the universe loves me in the wrong way. I feel like if the universe really loved me, it would at least give me a career path or something.
Me: So basically you're saying that the universe treats you like a cheap whore?
Zach: Basically.
Wuh: Oh, I can think of worse things...
(driving past Lighthouse Pools last night - massive amounts of Christmas trees in the display window)
Bee: Oh my God! Look at all those Christmas trees! It's like a Christmas tree epiphany.
Wuh: It's a Christmas tree orgasm.
(today, picking out Legos for my cousin)
Mom: Do you think he would like this at all?
Me: Not really. Preston never struck me as a King Arthur kind of guy. He's not so much 'What, ho! Off to battle!' kind of guy as he is a sirens and Kevlar vests kind of guy.
Me: Hey, do you think the Greeks would be horrified if I found a Mary is my Homegirl T-shirt and wore it tomorrow for Christmas?
Mom: Yes. They would be. It would go right over Yia-Yia's head, but everyone else would be horrified. Plus it's blasphemy. You might be able to get away with it Saturday though.
(text to Wuh)
Just saw Ian from the Fairways at Kohl's. Took me a minute to place him mostly because he was wearing a shirt. Awkward much?
(driving past a family outside Target)
Me: So is that a girl or a boy?
Mom: It's a cheetah.
Me: That's not what I asked you.
Mom: OH. Oh... now I see what you're talking about. Hard to tell. Sometimes it's best not to know.
Mom: I don't know about the Legos thing. We're going to have to think outside the box on this.
Me: Heh. That's funny. 'Cause Legos... come in a box.
That's about all. Things were funny because we got super-delirious and then we hit rock bottom and nothing was funny anymore. Now we're just exhausted. So I'm off to wrap things and watch 'White Christmas'. Yay.
Happy Christmasish!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Quickie
(Yes, I am aware of the subtle sexual innuendo of my post title...you don't need to tell me, thanks).
I have approximately 20 minutes or less to post this, so I'm going to try to type as fast as possible and think just as quickly. Quite a challenge.
SO. I was just thinking about this holiday season and how I posted a few days (weeks?) ago that this Christmas is lame. I just wanted to set the record straight - yes, this Christmas season started off lame, but it has actually shaped up to be not so bad. At first, there was no snow, no tree, no shopping, no presents, and basically no holiday cheer. To take the place of all the happy holiday stuff, there was a lot of drama, a lot of stress, quite a few tears, and even one attempt at running away (see November's 'One of THOSE Nights').
However, it has gotten better. There's officially snow on the ground, our tree is decorated, we've made dozens of cookies, and decorated them like crazy bitches (oh, wait...), I have some (not a lot, not even most, but some) shopping done (I know, okay? Don't judge), and I've been surviving on peppermint mochas from Starbucks since mid-November.
Now, I'm jamming to some Christmas tunes and getting ready for the girls to come over so we can eat orange chicken from Tasty Garden (best Chinese place EVER)(although you always hear people say this, 'It's the best Chinese place ever, I think they even serve real chicken, not cat!')(perhaps it's just me)(anyway...), open gifts and chill out. And perhaps go check out the house in neighboring Avondale that has a giant preying mantis statue in the front yard. Am not kidding. Could not make this up. It doesn't even light up, so I don't really see what the point is, and they don't have it up any other time of year but Christmas. WTF?
Anyway, my quickie (heh, I'm mature - actually another good post for another day might be how I used to be ten times as mature as I am now when I was 13) point is that, well...'it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.'
I have approximately 20 minutes or less to post this, so I'm going to try to type as fast as possible and think just as quickly. Quite a challenge.
SO. I was just thinking about this holiday season and how I posted a few days (weeks?) ago that this Christmas is lame. I just wanted to set the record straight - yes, this Christmas season started off lame, but it has actually shaped up to be not so bad. At first, there was no snow, no tree, no shopping, no presents, and basically no holiday cheer. To take the place of all the happy holiday stuff, there was a lot of drama, a lot of stress, quite a few tears, and even one attempt at running away (see November's 'One of THOSE Nights').
However, it has gotten better. There's officially snow on the ground, our tree is decorated, we've made dozens of cookies, and decorated them like crazy bitches (oh, wait...), I have some (not a lot, not even most, but some) shopping done (I know, okay? Don't judge), and I've been surviving on peppermint mochas from Starbucks since mid-November.
Now, I'm jamming to some Christmas tunes and getting ready for the girls to come over so we can eat orange chicken from Tasty Garden (best Chinese place EVER)(although you always hear people say this, 'It's the best Chinese place ever, I think they even serve real chicken, not cat!')(perhaps it's just me)(anyway...), open gifts and chill out. And perhaps go check out the house in neighboring Avondale that has a giant preying mantis statue in the front yard. Am not kidding. Could not make this up. It doesn't even light up, so I don't really see what the point is, and they don't have it up any other time of year but Christmas. WTF?
Anyway, my quickie (heh, I'm mature - actually another good post for another day might be how I used to be ten times as mature as I am now when I was 13) point is that, well...'it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.'
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
We've Almost Made It
We are officially in the last few days of this year. Scratch that. We are officially in the last few days of this decade. Ooooh.
It's crazy, really. It seems like just yesterday that everybody was worried that we were all going to die because of the new millenium. It doesn't feel like 10 years ago that everybody was freaking out about Y2K, but perhaps it's because everyone is now freaking out about us all dying in 2012.
Anyway, moving on. This decade has been most of my life. Probably much of what I remember happened in this decade. A lot of things can happen in ten years. I've changed a lot in ten years. But so much has stayed the same.
When I was little, I was involved in theater. The truth is, I'm not anymore, and I constantly wish I was. But good life lesson, I suppose.
When I was little, I loved to write. I got the idea in my head in second grade that I was going to write "The Adventures of Icey and Snowy," which was about two kittens in Washington DC. Today, I still love it. Being on newspaper staff and in AP English force me to write, and I love it. It's something that has stayed with me, and will probably always stay with me.
I met my best friends in first grade. Yes, we've had a lot of fights, and maybe we don't always get along, and we've made a lot of new friends, and even lost some, but I know that they will honestly be there for me forever.
We've lost a lot of people in the last 10 years, but we've gained a lot of new people too. We've combatted a lot of drama and hard times, and we've come out on the other side stronger. We've traveled a lot, to new places and old favorite places. We've laughed, we've cried, we've laughed till we cried. We've fought, we've loved, we've run away. We've kept secrets, we've told truths, we've told lies. We've won, we've lost, we've competed. We've done so much over the years, and we have so much left to go.
So even thought it sounds cliche, yes, this is an end. But January 1 starts a new beginning. It starts a new year, which is time enough for great (or not so great) things to happen, but it also starts a new decade. Ten years is a long time. Think about how old you'll be in ten years. Think about how much you'll have accomplished in ten years. Think about where you want to be in ten years, and start taking steps to make it happen.
It's crazy, really. It seems like just yesterday that everybody was worried that we were all going to die because of the new millenium. It doesn't feel like 10 years ago that everybody was freaking out about Y2K, but perhaps it's because everyone is now freaking out about us all dying in 2012.
Anyway, moving on. This decade has been most of my life. Probably much of what I remember happened in this decade. A lot of things can happen in ten years. I've changed a lot in ten years. But so much has stayed the same.
When I was little, I was involved in theater. The truth is, I'm not anymore, and I constantly wish I was. But good life lesson, I suppose.
When I was little, I loved to write. I got the idea in my head in second grade that I was going to write "The Adventures of Icey and Snowy," which was about two kittens in Washington DC. Today, I still love it. Being on newspaper staff and in AP English force me to write, and I love it. It's something that has stayed with me, and will probably always stay with me.
I met my best friends in first grade. Yes, we've had a lot of fights, and maybe we don't always get along, and we've made a lot of new friends, and even lost some, but I know that they will honestly be there for me forever.
We've lost a lot of people in the last 10 years, but we've gained a lot of new people too. We've combatted a lot of drama and hard times, and we've come out on the other side stronger. We've traveled a lot, to new places and old favorite places. We've laughed, we've cried, we've laughed till we cried. We've fought, we've loved, we've run away. We've kept secrets, we've told truths, we've told lies. We've won, we've lost, we've competed. We've done so much over the years, and we have so much left to go.
So even thought it sounds cliche, yes, this is an end. But January 1 starts a new beginning. It starts a new year, which is time enough for great (or not so great) things to happen, but it also starts a new decade. Ten years is a long time. Think about how old you'll be in ten years. Think about how much you'll have accomplished in ten years. Think about where you want to be in ten years, and start taking steps to make it happen.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Am I Crazy? I Might End Up Crazy.
...Hold on a second.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Okay. Sorry. I needed that. I should be exhausted right now, and I think somewhere under the surface, I am. But I'm ridiculously high strung right now, mostly because I just had dinner not that long ago, plus a bunch of sugar, and now I'm just running on basically pure adrenaline because I was multitasking in a major way and rushing through everything. So I'm just like freaking out.
Exams start tomorrow. AHHH.
I randomly broke out into hives last night...WTF?
I am super pretty right now because I'm battling three cystic zits, which is waht I end up with when I'm under stress. Cool.
Today the school beefed up security because there was a school shooting threat. Yeah, uniformed police officers and administration in running shoes made for interesting school day.
It's nine days away from Christmas...like, what?
I'm shaking right now for no good reason. Awesome.
Life is just generally insane...dealing with my own drama (which sucks, by the way. I usually don't battle drama, but right now I kind of am and I DON'T LIKE IT) and other peoples' drama (which I do all the time, so no big deal).
But I'll get over it.
This is a really unimportant blog post but I thought maybe manic typing might help get out some of the craziness and the jumpiness and make me stop screaming every 7 minutes or so. I just keep like screaming or exasperatedly shouting something every time something is about to explode or I knock something over or I think of something important.
But really, I need to sleep or something so that I can effectively not fail both my exams tomorrow.
So...until a time when I'm slightly more sane.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Okay. Sorry. I needed that. I should be exhausted right now, and I think somewhere under the surface, I am. But I'm ridiculously high strung right now, mostly because I just had dinner not that long ago, plus a bunch of sugar, and now I'm just running on basically pure adrenaline because I was multitasking in a major way and rushing through everything. So I'm just like freaking out.
Exams start tomorrow. AHHH.
I randomly broke out into hives last night...WTF?
I am super pretty right now because I'm battling three cystic zits, which is waht I end up with when I'm under stress. Cool.
Today the school beefed up security because there was a school shooting threat. Yeah, uniformed police officers and administration in running shoes made for interesting school day.
It's nine days away from Christmas...like, what?
I'm shaking right now for no good reason. Awesome.
Life is just generally insane...dealing with my own drama (which sucks, by the way. I usually don't battle drama, but right now I kind of am and I DON'T LIKE IT) and other peoples' drama (which I do all the time, so no big deal).
But I'll get over it.
This is a really unimportant blog post but I thought maybe manic typing might help get out some of the craziness and the jumpiness and make me stop screaming every 7 minutes or so. I just keep like screaming or exasperatedly shouting something every time something is about to explode or I knock something over or I think of something important.
But really, I need to sleep or something so that I can effectively not fail both my exams tomorrow.
So...until a time when I'm slightly more sane.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Is Love Alive?
"This is my winter song, December never felt so wrong."
(From my new favorite song, "Winter Song" by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson. Check it out).
So we're 10 days away from Christmas.
Whaaaat?
I'm totally confused by this. Exams start the day after tomorrow, and I'm not freaking out yet. I usually freak majorly, but I'm oddly numb.
Anyway, that's not really my point at all.
My point is that even though I've been jamming to my Christmas station on my Pandora since early November, it still does not feel like the Christmas season at all.
We just got our tree yesterday. We didn't even get it at a tree farm like we usually do. It's usually this whole big outing, complete with snowball fights, hot chocolate, sledding, swearing, snow, and trees. My parents got the tree from Lowes. It's not decorated yet. It's ridiculous. I'm not happy about it.
I've hardly done any shopping, there have been zero shopping marathon days with my mom, we haven't made cookies together.
For God's sake, my mom and I haven't even watched 'Rudolph' and 'Charlie Brown' together. We do that EVERY year.
Issue 4 of "The Viking Views" comes out tomorrow, and in it is my column about all my awesome holiday traditions and why they make Christmas Christmas for me. I realized that I haven't done one of them yet.
And so far, this Christmas is lame.
(From my new favorite song, "Winter Song" by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson. Check it out).
So we're 10 days away from Christmas.
Whaaaat?
I'm totally confused by this. Exams start the day after tomorrow, and I'm not freaking out yet. I usually freak majorly, but I'm oddly numb.
Anyway, that's not really my point at all.
My point is that even though I've been jamming to my Christmas station on my Pandora since early November, it still does not feel like the Christmas season at all.
We just got our tree yesterday. We didn't even get it at a tree farm like we usually do. It's usually this whole big outing, complete with snowball fights, hot chocolate, sledding, swearing, snow, and trees. My parents got the tree from Lowes. It's not decorated yet. It's ridiculous. I'm not happy about it.
I've hardly done any shopping, there have been zero shopping marathon days with my mom, we haven't made cookies together.
For God's sake, my mom and I haven't even watched 'Rudolph' and 'Charlie Brown' together. We do that EVERY year.
Issue 4 of "The Viking Views" comes out tomorrow, and in it is my column about all my awesome holiday traditions and why they make Christmas Christmas for me. I realized that I haven't done one of them yet.
And so far, this Christmas is lame.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Send in the Clowns
Tonight I attended the North Canton tree lighting ceremony with my friends.
Tonight I drove around North Canton with the windows of the car rolled down belting Josh Groban's version of 'O Holy Night' with my best friend's boyfriend.
Tonight I sang along with the Christmas carols of the Hoover Hi-Los.
Tonight I sprinted over a hill in an attempt to see Santa being driven down Main Street in a fire truck.
Tonight I ran (yeah, that's legit) from Bitzer Park to Caffe Gelato to try to get coffee to warm up.
Tonight I arrived at Caffe Gelato with my friends just as they were locking the doors.
Tonight I was hit on by an eighth-grade boy.
Tonight I thought my lungs were collapsing after running to Caffe Gelato.
Tonight I tried to drive my friends to Starbucks to get coffee after our failed attempt at Caffe Gelato.
Tonight I had to turn around when we were almost at Starbucks to because Chelsea was locked out of her house and was on her roof trying to break into her parents' bedroom window.
Tonight I had to go rescue my friend from the freezing cold after she jumped off the roof of her sunroom.
Tonight I blasted 'Christmas Bells' from 'Rent' with my frozen ninja friend on the ride the way back to Wuh's house.
Tonight I had to tackle my friends in order to get my car keys back from them as they tossed them back and forth between each other.
Tonight I had a lot of fun for the first time in a while, but for the second night in a row.
Tonight I am completely entertained by my life.
Tonight I drove around North Canton with the windows of the car rolled down belting Josh Groban's version of 'O Holy Night' with my best friend's boyfriend.
Tonight I sang along with the Christmas carols of the Hoover Hi-Los.
Tonight I sprinted over a hill in an attempt to see Santa being driven down Main Street in a fire truck.
Tonight I ran (yeah, that's legit) from Bitzer Park to Caffe Gelato to try to get coffee to warm up.
Tonight I arrived at Caffe Gelato with my friends just as they were locking the doors.
Tonight I was hit on by an eighth-grade boy.
Tonight I thought my lungs were collapsing after running to Caffe Gelato.
Tonight I tried to drive my friends to Starbucks to get coffee after our failed attempt at Caffe Gelato.
Tonight I had to turn around when we were almost at Starbucks to because Chelsea was locked out of her house and was on her roof trying to break into her parents' bedroom window.
Tonight I had to go rescue my friend from the freezing cold after she jumped off the roof of her sunroom.
Tonight I blasted 'Christmas Bells' from 'Rent' with my frozen ninja friend on the ride the way back to Wuh's house.
Tonight I had to tackle my friends in order to get my car keys back from them as they tossed them back and forth between each other.
Tonight I had a lot of fun for the first time in a while, but for the second night in a row.
Tonight I am completely entertained by my life.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Home is Where the Heart Is
There is this house in Hartville that has seen better days.
It's a rather large house but it's not flashy. It can easily go unnoticed. If you look past its fading, chipping paint, overgrown grass and shrubs, and cracked windows, you can tell that it once was beautiful, and could be beautiful again.
You can tell that someone once loved it and that it unwittingly but unconditionally loved back. Its walls must have lovingly bared pictures and holiday decorations and been witness to family gatherings and mother to family heirlooms. It was once, maybe not so long ago, filled with laughter and light and love.
Now it appears hauntingly empty. You get the feeling that whoever left it didn't do so willingly. It was some tragedy that forced them out, and their only option was to leave the empty shell behind. Its only hope for improvement is the Howard-Hanna sign perched in the front lawn. Maybe someday soon it will rally and become a home again, instead of just a house.
It's a rather large house but it's not flashy. It can easily go unnoticed. If you look past its fading, chipping paint, overgrown grass and shrubs, and cracked windows, you can tell that it once was beautiful, and could be beautiful again.
You can tell that someone once loved it and that it unwittingly but unconditionally loved back. Its walls must have lovingly bared pictures and holiday decorations and been witness to family gatherings and mother to family heirlooms. It was once, maybe not so long ago, filled with laughter and light and love.
Now it appears hauntingly empty. You get the feeling that whoever left it didn't do so willingly. It was some tragedy that forced them out, and their only option was to leave the empty shell behind. Its only hope for improvement is the Howard-Hanna sign perched in the front lawn. Maybe someday soon it will rally and become a home again, instead of just a house.
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