Lately.

Having just started school, I've been not only constantly and ravenously hungry but also exhausted and stressed beyond comfort. Thus whenever I see Galen I could practically fall asleep from the unwinding of said stress...
Lately there have been a lot of comparisons floating around in this skull, for instance, how needy is too needy? And what really makes people like other people?  
The former: How needy is too needy?
I've a friend (Let's call him Jack, for whatever purpose) who doesn't seem to be able to be happy unless he's in an intimate relationship with somebody. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not posting this to tell Jack's story, but you ask, rather, about how he might go about doing what's important: being able to love yourself, BY yourself, before you can be truly happy in a relationship. In this case, he doesn't have the best family life; in fact it's slightly awful, but somehow he manages to be a rather good friend, and a brilliant person. So, he doesn't know what to look forward to other than finding someone to be in love with.

As for the latter, I've been somewhat studying people lately, and it seems that no matter how horrible someone may seem, there are always a few people that they can relate to and are even popular, on the occasion. Speaking from the perspective of someone who is almost never popular, I've always been curious as to how those people pull it off.
I hear it confidence, and that's true, but it's not just that; it's confidence, and your relationship with those people that experience what you have to put out there. it just seems that in this town, if you're not a specific kind of person, most will not enjoy your presence as they will others. And it also seems that these Springspeople are less tolerant and open-minded as they might claim.
I suppose, for the time being, I'm just trying to figure out how to be an amusing, enjoyable human, to everyone including myself. Wish me luck.

Hvað er kötturinn að fara að gera þegar músin vill leika?

Temptation.
The bane of human existence.
Gah, what a stupid way to start an entry...
Either way, if you're bored just go to Mr. Picassohead. here.

Hafa gaman.

Hours To Days.

So hide here with me.
We needn't speak
For the corners of our lips
and the corners of our eyes
Tell all.

High on your breath
Fingertips running from your temple to your chin
Lips layered
Summer sweet at its finest.

Should our hearts be molded into one
Never would it satisfy
This yearning for a certain fervorous affection.

My today, my tomorrow
my remaining years
Belong to you only.
You, my zealous inamorato.
You, my love.

New hair and head.

Yes, by now my hair has been  cut and bleached. I love it. Kitty says I look drop dead gorgeous, but he is, after all, my loving boyfriend.
SO.
I've a new journal now. It's absolutely beautiful, with a dark, brick-red leather cover, intricate engravings and gold lined pages. It was time for a new one in any case, as my old one had started in seventh grade. Goodness me.
Today I will be having lunch with my Grammy, and then there is some sort of Open House at the career center. I've been poorly informed as to what exactly will be going on at said Open House, but it'll probably be a simple meeting of students and mentors.
My mind has been rather scattered lately, fleeting thoughts running in and out and between each other.
In fact, I've got some obligations to attend to. I'll post again once I've got something interesting to say.

Too much.

[Meant to be posted on Monday]
I know I'm posting twice in one day, but I've got so much to think about.
It's a perfect summers day and I'll be spending some of it with Zeb, but i feel that summer just isn't what it used to be.
What happened to flashlight tag and catching frogs at the lake?
Or standing in the middle of the creek with the crawdads hanging around my feet, watching the stubborn algae waver over the smoothed rocks?
Summer is no longer magical and sweet to me.
I feel like I'm in some limbo where I'm waiting for my life to start and at the same time I wish it was like it had been before: innocence, mystery, smiles. I either want my old life back or a completely different one.
And though, readers, this has been the best summer of my life, it just isn't as before.
So far this year I have been savagely heartbroken and then found love I could never have dreamed of, and for everything I am so grateful.
So what do you think:
Should I try to find the sweet summer comfort I once loved,
or should I look forward to things that may or may not be just as wonderful?

I take any opinion seriously.

Sheer will.

One thing that hurts me nowadays is when someone lovely dislikes me.
Why do these things happen? It's as if I can't win in this dirt bubble of a town. 
Everyone's so tightly knit that I can barely stand it.
I feel like a damned hat pin.

Anywho.
I'll be getting a haircut this coming Wednesday. That seems to be the highlight of my week, seeing as Galen is gone to Pennsylvania.


I've hit a wall with Richard.
Now that he's got his own one and only, I won't exactly be the object of his attention when he visits anymore.
Sometime I think he's the one that keeps me sane.
Other times I find it's the exact opposite.


Nowadays, the people I truly trust are Zeb and Galen. God, here I am, spouting it off like a typical whiny teenager.
I hate it when I do that.


In any case, I simply cannot wait to start school.
I'm beginning my life.

Setting My World Adrift

I find that everything feels new again
New as the love of a child
When we sit with our lips together
On a soft sifting plane.

You who have a brain like a carbon copy
You, the sentry with a broken wing
and a heart of lullabies
You, the courageous meadowlark
that flies to high heaven in hopes of stitching a hollowed soul.

I find that everything feels new again
When I can feel
You.