Real

The sky is bleeding again.
The earth is drinking;
greedily slurping.
Fingers reach up,
drawing away bloodied.
Beneath the earth,
something writhes
in the sky's earth.
Shades of hurt,
colouring the horizon.
The sky is bleeding again
and down, down it drips.
Readily soaking
our fingers that
eagerly reach up
towards the end.

All Nighter

Yes! I pulled an all nighter! Check that off my list. Ooh, and also "sing at the top of my lungs" because I did that at What Happens in Vegas... So yay, two down. Now, let me tell you about this epic all nighter....

We went and saw The Proposal at something around six, and after the movie was over, we all hung out at the theater until about ten thirty, and didn't get home until eleven, about. Then, I have no idea what we did until one, which is when we were going to watch a movie. But there was no junk food! You need junk food for a movie. So her mom (her mom is so sweet!) took us to Meijer at one in the morning for junk food and butter. Butter for her, because she claimed she needed it. Hah. Anyway, we got back and watched the movie, and that was over at about three thirty. I was still pretty awake, so we were talking and my friend goes "Hey, you guys want to fork Kendra's yard? She forked mine yesterday! Payback!" So obviously, I went along. Forking a yard is when you take alot of plastic forks and stick them prong side up in the yard. It looks awesome and it's a pain to clean up, Ive heard. Also, we maxi-padded the front steps. Thats when you take some pads and stick them all over and pour ketchup on them. And we went a little crazy with the ketchup, because we trailed it all the way down the walkway and it was a big mess. I'll put pictures up later. But that took about until four thirty ish. Then. Yes, there is more! We all three got some sidewalk chalk to go write stuff in our friends driveway. On the way there, we noticed this car. Oh, it looked empty. Then, we heard a cough. Not us. I swear, my heart nearly popped out of my chest! We kept walking, faster now, and cut through back yards and everything to avoid the car (and, though I didn't see anyone, Halle claims to have seen a guy with a beer belly and knee high socks walking behind us). We sprinted back and it was such a thrill. It was scary, but don't we secretly like scary things? It was the kind of thing you only picture happening in books or TV, but it actually happened to us! It was such a rush and so fun, actually. After that, it was almost five thirty and we read notes until like six thirty and then Syd and I stayed up talking until about seven. My all nighter was complete!

This morning I got home and I had a letter waiting for me! I screamed and jumped around, I was so excited. I am writing back right now! I promise!

500 Days of Summer

Today, I did many things. Shall I make a list? I do enjoy lists!

• Bought Strap Perfect (!) with my friend
• Visited an abandoned house
• ate at Yogi
• saw 500 Days of Summer

Thats not really ALL I did today, but they were some highlights. The strap perfect? Well, we made this list. And its a list of things to do together before we die. One? But something from a TV infomercial. And there it was. Strap Perfect! And I was so excited all day. Because they work! I understand now why people buy those things off of TV. It the excitement of getting something that you haven't yet tried and when you get it and it works, it's amazing because you kind of want to shout to the world that it works, and its not as useless as some people say it is. Because guess what? You couldn't see my bra straps all day!

The abandoned house is what it is. Beautiful, and ruined. And there is all that is needed to be said.

Yogi is a frozen yogurt place near my friends house. Also amazing.

And 500 Days of Summer. A movie, for those of you who are not familiar. (all three of my followers, tee hee). Anyway. It was a really great movie, in my opinion. The first part said "This movie is a work of fiction and the characters were not based off of real people, living or dead" and then "Except you, Jenny Whateverherlastnamewas" and then "Bitch." I laughed so hard. Maybe its an on-screen moment type thing where you have to see it to laugh but it was just funny to me because it was obviously a joke and we need things like that in our lives. The movie wasn't about finding love or anything. It was about the journey of life and all the turns it takes you through. Life is a journey and we can write the greeting cards to express it or we can be the architect of our own lives. Either way, we're on our own. There was one part, and he was saying how greeting cards are bullshit because if you send a card, why not just say it in person? "hey happy birthday" card, guess we're not hanging out today. We have the words put into our mouths because we are too afraid to say what we mean anymore. How true.

So tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love.... -Owl City-

I started thinking (which is never a good thing!) and I want my blog to mean something to somebody. Maybe make a difference in just one person's life. Just one. That would make my day or year or maybe even life. If by writing something, I could make a difference for just one person, it would mean the world to me. But for now I'm content with this. Sitting on my bed writing on my blog just because I have something to say.

Worldly? Me?

Have you ever heard of Operation Friendship? Well, its kids from other countries coming to America, staying in peoples' houses. Then, the kids in the families of the houses can go to a different country sometime, too. No, I am not apart of Operation Friendship. My friend is though. So she has a girl from Wales, England staying with her. Today there was an Operation Friendship picnic and my friend could invite two friends to join her, and I got to go! There are eight visiting people from Wales. Talking to them was really awesome because they all have amazing accents, and you start to talk like them after a while! Hopefully I'll get to see all of them again before they leave! It really was an experience.

Goodness. I need to go work on summer reading. five more chapters today? Well... maybe just one poem.

What is home?
"Where the heart is"
Seems meager
constitution for the word.
Is home where you
long for, even if
your are there?
Is home some inane
idea, to make us
believe that we

belong?

Times Have Changed

I was reading through a not-so-old-yet notebook that i brought with me to my Euro-trek this summer and found this.. "We are all liars. It's so much easier to type than it is to say. So none of us say what we mean anymore." How true is that? If you want to say something hard, you'll text the person, or email, or call them. Face to face is just hard these days. Everything is impersonal. Only type what you would say is what I stick to. If I can say it, I can surely type it.

My friend, Anna Banana (no way that too childish!) was talking about the meaning of beautiful. What is beautiful? Something pleasing to the eye? No. Music is beautiful. Words are beautiful. Meanings are beautiful. So is beautiful a standard? Or is it something that exsists only in our own minds? I see things differently than other people may, so in my eyes, a gross old house may be gross to others but very beautiful to me. Yet... that doesn't help in wanting to know what beautiful is. If you know, let me know. I wonder about this.

Silent

No noise, just light

better not to hear
the shouts of pain,
of suffering and woe.
better not to hear
the cries of everyday
tragedies.

Will you stand alone
on a shore at night
and wonder, wonder
of things left untold.
will you be coming,
or will you be leaving?
will you really be
alone?

The water is silent,
fitting.
The sky's light
unfading, but
leaving us in
darkness.
Across the water,
people wish.
Across the water,
a city sleeps.
But you,
you stand alone.

What Happens in Vegas...

Another night, another amazing concert. This summer has been amazing for me. I got to see My Favorite Highway, The Summer Set, Eye Alaska, A Rocket to the Moon and The Cab!!! I have to say, all of those bands are really really good. Even Eye Alaska, which is not really my favorite kind of music. Sort of hip hop rapish but also punk pop. I really had fun though.
Which is why it bothered me that the girls in front of me most of the concert did nothing! They didn't jump around or anything. They took alot of pictures (some of them of themselves) and talked to each other. I just wanted to punch them in the face! Ah!
I want to put some song lyrics up here from a band that I really love, Motion City Soundtrack. I think its beautiful how songs are poetry, too.
It seemed like a dream, a beautiful scream that echoed forever
and made us not afraid to feel a thing
and after it ends, we'll try to be friends
they say that what doesn't kill us makes us who we are