Becoming a Writer.

The other day, I was just writing in my journal and randomly I decided to write a short story! It was about the perfect first kiss with a stupid boy I can't get over, and it was very therapeutic for me. As soon as I finished the short story, I thought to myself "ohmygosh. I should just write a whole book." So yup. I'm going to write a book. It's going to be a love story. Partially based on real events. In my life. About this stupid boy I can't get over. We have a seriously messed up relationship still to this day, but thats not how the story is going to go. I'm going to use a lot of stuff that happens between us, but I'm going to change the ending. Not that anything has necessarily ended yet but I mean well its complicated. Of course it's ended it's been ended for a long time, but he still randomly pops up. So I guess that's not ended. There is no romantic relationship except for the fact that I LOVE HIM. He just loves to torture me I think because I hurt him real bad last summer. But anyway, before I go off on too big of a tangent, thats what the book is going to be about I think. But I don't know what to call it? Haven't decided yet. It's going to be fantastic thought! It's going to be really really good for me, because I know getting published is like becoming an NFL player, but still, having written it will hopefully let out all these awful feelings inside me about this terrible "relationship". So wish me luck. Wait, its not like anyone actually reads this, so I'll just wish myself luck.

ROOMIE LOVIN

I just realized I have not posted about my new roommate this semester! Don't worry, the semester is just more than half way over. Anyway, her name is Amanda Jolley and she is my favorite person ever. We get along SO good. We are best friends and it's great and I love her. I just love her. I love her. I just do, we just i just love her. (inside jokes are lame).

This was a saturday night going to a movie at the dollar theater 

Valentines Day, Kyle Bryant sent us flowers and we got a lil cray cray with the petals!

Disco Skating was FANTASTIC. 

Manda has a Mac...so here ya go. 

Paris, France. We will go there together someday! 

Martinelli's on V-Day

Sometimes I Feel.

Sometimes I feel like crying, dying, lying. Sometimes I feel like screaming, running, fighting. Sometimes I feel like loving and sometimes I feel like hating. Sometimes I feel like rising, above or falling, to the ground. Sometimes I feel like flying, shining, smiling. Sometimes I feel like eating, creating, and playing. Sometimes I feel like kissing, singing, jumping.
Sometimes all I feel like doing is not feeling, numbing.
Either way, it's always a feeling, and sometimes that's just too much.