January 2010
41 posts
Donna Lewis | I Love You Always Forever
I love...
holdingmyown asked: I'm jealous of what you and Jeremy have, even though y'all live so far apart. But I'm a hopeless romantic who hasn't found "the one" yet.
Use a no. 2 pencil
Pencils sharp and mind… well, mind as sharp as can be expected at 7:45 in the morning after 3 hours of sleep (I tried to get more, honest), I walked into the testing room, checked in, and took my seat.
The test administrator—we never learned her name—had a slight lisp, but overall a pleasant voice as she read the standardized test instructions. Do not start until I tell you to do so. Do not...
Is it weird that I feel totally uncofortable at a...
Because, like, I DONT KNOW HOW TO ACT.
“Everything feeds into my creativity. But without proper preparation, I cannot...”
– Twyla Tharp, Chapter One: I Walk into a White Room from The Creative Habit: Learn It And Use It For Life
This, along with how many times Meaghan has mentioned it, means I’m buying this book right now.
“OMG BABY I WAS LISTENING TO MONSTER AND MY FAVORITE PART CAME AND I WAS ABOUT TO...”
– I’m glad to see where I rank for Jeremy.
I just wrote. In a journal. But not like, a journal journal. Just a moleskine that I have for writing down a whole bunch of anything that pops into my head. But I wrote in it as if it was a journal, except I didn’t say “Dear Diary,” or anything like that. I just put the date, and wrote. And the house was quiet except for the sound of my pen scratching on the paper.
It was...
“The only one who can tell you ‘you can’t’ is you. And you...”
I came to Calgary to get a life
And yet for some reason it seems like I’m still stuck at home, by myself, 80% of the time. I left a town of 27* people to come to the big city, where I had friends and job opportunities and oh! the fun I would have!
Two months in and I’m still dealing with the same shit I was when I lived in a small town with my parents. I spend all day, at home, alone. Since I don’t have a car...
Awkward Conversations, Part 1
Dee: Hello?
Mitch: Hey. Are you guys still at dinner?
Dee: Yeah.
Mitch: Do you think you could pick up some cream cheese frosting on your way home?
Dee: Uh, sure. If Safeway is still open. We can do that.
Mitch: Thanks.
Mitch: *pause*
Mitch: How's it going?
Dee: Bye.
Mitch: Oh, bye.
Dee: It's going good!
Mitch: Oh, that's good.
Dee: Bye.
Mitch: Bye.
Dee: *laughs*
“So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some...”
– Cher Horowitz (via avedanke) (via almostnever)
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Girl: Say you and that sexy beast do get married. :) what would you want your wedding to be like?
I’ve always been drawn to beach weddings. Lots of bright colors and fantastic food. I don’t know. I haven’t put that much thought into it.
Baby are you down, down, down, down?
Last night we had friends come over for dinner and hanging out since they hadn’t seen the new place yet and we hadn’t seen them in a while and, like, why not? So they came over and we had quesadillas and blueberry cheesecake (yum¹⁰) and played “Dirty Minds” which was a riot and then we talked and laughed and played with the turtle and whatever.
Then it was like, midnight,...
Girls don't ask me questions. Just boys.
Boy: Are you and Jeremy going to get married after he leaves High School, or are you going to wait?
When he graduates High School we’ll still be working on the part where we’re several hundred miles away from each other. We’ll wait a bit. And we’ll decide whether we want to get married when the time comes.
Boy: Whatever you do, do not let Jeremy shave his legs! Those hairy...
I think you guys are just perpetually horny.
Boy: I’d have sex with you
I’d have sex with me too
Boy: Are you a kind of boy who like boys?
I am definitely a kind of boy who likes boys.
Boy: Yikes!! In the video you dyed your hair!! If that the way you are keeping it?
Hell no. I don’t know what I was thinking, letting myself bleach my hair like that. And grow it out! I don’t see myself being blonde ever...
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