breathe.

LOVE

I like this one

I wasn't satisfied

with just one post.
I like trees.
They show up a lot now.
I don't know why.
I like this tree.
I made it with teal ink.
Trees are nice.
They
like it
when I
breathe.
I should
make the
trees happy
And try to breathe more.

This is a blog

About how I'm not a good blogger.
All I ever do is write about what I did in my journal
So really this is more like a journal report.
Not really a blog.
But it kind is a blog
why am I pressing enter after each of my sentences?
Eh.
I blame shakespeare.
I have to go be a nun now.
BE QUITE PEOPLE! WHEREFORE THRONG YOU HITHER?
and message to person in my head:
would you please stop throwing yourself against the glass wall please?
it's giving me a headache.
And the answer to the puzzle today is:
State
Of
The
Union.
Sorry if you have the cranium calendar.
Happy Australia Day!

little candle

i'll never forget the day we hopped out of your office and down the hall in sync. I don't remember why we did, and honestly there probably wasn't a reason. But I remember thinking "why can't every one be like this?" It's okay to look ridiculous.

You always had a way to make me laugh. If I was happy you could make me mad but only a pretend mad. I wasn't really mad and you weren't trying to make me mad. Just teasing me. If I was feeling bad, you made me feel so much better.

I want to meet this Lebanese woman you always talked about. You made her sound fabulous. Everything sounded fabulous. You were fabulous.

I remember the time that you made me laugh so hard I thought I would have to be put on oxygen because I wasn't getting any air. You did that a lot.

Your spirit was so big.

You made the greatest joke about my closest friends. I'll never forget that. I don't think the joke would have been the same had it come from someone else.

I bet you were an amazing Belize in Angels in America. Now you are an angel. The great work begins.

I know why you didn't want me to go far away for college. I'm not anymore. I just wish you could be here when I come back to visit.

I hope I told you that I loved you sincerely and you knew it.

I know you are still here. I felt you when I came back on campus today. I hope you lurk around. You could pull off some great pranks.

When I told you that you were one of my favorite people, I meant it.

Yesterday, I took my fingernail polish off because I remembered at the beginning of the year you saw that I had like a dot of fingernail polish on each nail where all the rest had chipped off. "Are your fingers diseased or something?" you asked. So yesterday I decided, if I saw you again I wouldn't want you to be disappointed in my nails again and I took the polish off.

You saw me. The me not everyone saw even though I didn't act any differently around other people. When I was around you, I felt that I had something to give.

I'm going to miss you. That way you dragged out your words. Ponder.

I love you.

I hope Heaven has lots of feather boas.

And barbecue.

signs.

Today at a stoplight, I was listening to Blessed Be by Jason Gray and thinking about how blessed I am. However, I didn't actually put the fact that I was listening to the song about being blessed and the fact that I was thinking about being blessed until I saw a car with a license plate that said "Blessed."


Not for the strong, the beautiful, the brave
Not for the ones who think they've got it made
It's for the poor, the broken, and the meek
It's for the ones who look a lot like you and me

Blessed be
The ones who know that they are weak
They shall see
The Kingdom come to the broken ones
Blessed be