right now, someone you haven't met is out there wondering what it would be like to meet someone like you.
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Monday, December 6, 2010
What a day.......
Sitting in the "Smaug" being super bored.
I have a Calc final on Wednesday.
and my study partner is MIA.
It just hasn't been the best day today....
Im sick.
stuffy nose, sore throat, headache, and all that jazz..
so I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning.. let alone bundle up, come outside, take a shuttle bus to main campus, and study for calc.
so yeah.
kinda feel like curling up into a ball in the corner and sleeping till wednesday night.
that is all.
hope everyone else is having a better day than me....
I have a Calc final on Wednesday.
and my study partner is MIA.
It just hasn't been the best day today....
Im sick.
stuffy nose, sore throat, headache, and all that jazz..
so I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning.. let alone bundle up, come outside, take a shuttle bus to main campus, and study for calc.
so yeah.
kinda feel like curling up into a ball in the corner and sleeping till wednesday night.
that is all.
hope everyone else is having a better day than me....
The Planetarium of Stars...
its 2am lying on the hood of his truck,
with my head on his shoulder and my heart in his hand,
there is no spoken conversation to speak of
no exchange of word nor phrase
just gazing wide eyed, jaw dropped, up at the dazzling night.
sing me that sweet lullaby so that my eyes would sink
and i would fall asleep with him beneath the planetarium of stars.
his arm around my shoulders for support as i dream of northern lights and whispers of pine
seemless thoughts of crisp wind and solar eyes.
i wish to hold them in my arms like he does me
his breath in warm mumbles in my ear:
shh baby, you can sleep, im right here.
So huddle in close,
the cool of the air becoming more prominent.
he makes me feel safe, that silly boy of mine.
and we fall asleep beneath our planetarium of stars.
with my head on his shoulder and my heart in his hand,
there is no spoken conversation to speak of
no exchange of word nor phrase
just gazing wide eyed, jaw dropped, up at the dazzling night.
sing me that sweet lullaby so that my eyes would sink
and i would fall asleep with him beneath the planetarium of stars.
his arm around my shoulders for support as i dream of northern lights and whispers of pine
seemless thoughts of crisp wind and solar eyes.
i wish to hold them in my arms like he does me
his breath in warm mumbles in my ear:
shh baby, you can sleep, im right here.
So huddle in close,
the cool of the air becoming more prominent.
he makes me feel safe, that silly boy of mine.
and we fall asleep beneath our planetarium of stars.
my dearest nathanael,
Dear Nathanael,
You make me very confused.
Love,
Grace
i look up at the moon from beside my bedroom window. we are a thousand miles apart, yet we still gaze up at the same sky. could you be looking at it too? I wonder... could you be breathing in sequence with me? or thinking of me the instant i think of you? i believe in fate, no doubt about that. what if we were somehow connected? Our stars aligned to give us a look-see..
You make me very confused.
Love,
Grace
i look up at the moon from beside my bedroom window. we are a thousand miles apart, yet we still gaze up at the same sky. could you be looking at it too? I wonder... could you be breathing in sequence with me? or thinking of me the instant i think of you? i believe in fate, no doubt about that. what if we were somehow connected? Our stars aligned to give us a look-see..
EXPLANATION
Oh yeah,
So I should probably give some explanation..
grace
freshman in college
has a brother and a sister
wants to be a preschool/kindergarten teacher
loves friends, long movie marathons, nerve guns, baby dolls, and ice cream.
yeah.
And the only reason I have a blog is so that I can say exactly what I feel on here, because I especially can't do it on facebook.
and i have too much to say to post in twitter posts.
that is all.
So I should probably give some explanation..
grace
freshman in college
has a brother and a sister
wants to be a preschool/kindergarten teacher
loves friends, long movie marathons, nerve guns, baby dolls, and ice cream.
yeah.
And the only reason I have a blog is so that I can say exactly what I feel on here, because I especially can't do it on facebook.
and i have too much to say to post in twitter posts.
that is all.
holy buckets.
We're not in high school anymore.
Why do girls act like this?
REALLY.
I want to know.
Because, last time I checked, the "treat others the way you want to be treated" saying was still being taught.
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