One for the one; one for the other.....

(For the One)

So Just Kiss Me
Jewel

So just kiss me and let my hair
messy itself in your fingers

tell me nothing needs to be done---
no clocks need winding

There is no bell with out a voice
needing to borrow my own

instead, let me steady myself
in the arms

of a man who won't ask me to be
what he needs, but lets me exist

as I am

a blonde flame
a hurricane

wrapped up
in a tiny body

that will come to his arms
like the safest harbor

for mending.


(For the other)
I'm Writing To Tell You
Jewel

I'm writing
this letter to tell you

I don't love you anymore.

I don't miss you.

I never have.

The truth is, I
tried, but never found
your adoration
anything other than ardious,

your niceties cliched,

your praise thoughtless,

and it has become
unbearably obvious
that you loved me with
all the originality
of romance novels;

the manly man weakening
the luscious flower.

But do not be sad,
nothing is lost.
Neither of us even loved
the other truly---
you only thought you did
and I only wanted to.

Elder Coats....

A few little Nick Facts:

His papers are all in and he will probably have his call in about a week.

I know very few people who have as good a heart as he does.

It's so weird that he's old enough to go on a mission.

I am so proud of him and I love his guts!

Not so great....

So...Wednesday...not a great day....

On Wednesday (which also happens to be the most busy and crazy day of school for me) I got a migraine while sitting in class. I toughed it out for a couple hours, thanks to Ashley's Motrin...but by the time class was over, i was sick...WAY sick.

So, I knew i needed to go home, right? I told everyone i was leaving, went down the two flights of stairs, and made my way to the bathroom. Just my luck: because it was around noon, the bathroom was packed.

I spent the next 15 minutes with everyone in that bathroom listening to me puke through the stall, and then hiding out there until they had all left. I already wanted to die from that headache, but the embarrassment of heaving my guts out basically in front of tons of people is what really did me in. {{im so sorry to those of you who may have had to hear me...}}

And to top it off, to try to make my head ache go away during class, i ate my lunch: tuna fish sandwhich and doritos. Delicious going down, not so great coming back up.

Morale of the story: i'm glad it's Saturday.

The whole fam damly...

I think it's kinda crazy how when you are younger and growing up, you never want to spend time with your family because you are too cool and have better things to do, and now that I'm an adult and I don't get to see them very often, I just want to see them every day. I pretty much think that I am the luckiest girl alive because I have a great dad, an amazing mom, and three of the best brothers on this planet. I am so lucky to have the family that I have. I love them.

Meagan E. Wilkins...

Me and Meagan...

I used to give her good advice and now she gives me great advice...

She is what you call a lifesaver.

SO...There's this boy.

AND...He's kinda cute.

UM...That's all for now......

Solitaire

Today we had a break in class where we were supposed to go observe people in a building on campus. I walked down the stairs and had a seat at a table, not really knowing what I was looking for. I looked across the way and there was a man sitting at another table playing solitaire on his lap top. I was immediately overwhelmingly jealous of this guy. I wish i had time to sit on campus and play solitaire. Maybe he doesn't really have time. Maybe he's just procrastinating. What if he has tons to do, but just doesn't want to do it. Maybe he is with solitaire like I am with Myspace...no matter what I am supposed to be doing, I always want to check it. So maybe he loves his solitaire enough to put off school work and just play a few quick games. Or...maybe he has lots of time. What if he's not even a student here? Maybe he's some kind of sick, twisted person who comes to campus and sits in front of students who are having coronaries and stressing their lives and their semesters away, just to spite us with his carefree game of cards. Maybe this crazy solitaire man actually likes to sit amid the students who are paying thousands of dollars every semester hoping to become something better someday, and who are hustling around him with no time for a break. What if he plays his little game, all the while observing those around him; silently laughing to himself, "Ha ha! Keep hurrying by with your crazy, overwhelming lives. I'll just sit and play my lazy game of solitaire!"


OR...


Maybe I just need a vacation....