| I want a quiet girl who loves Jesus.
I want a hot librarian girl.
I want a nerdy girl who knows her generation 1 Pokemon.
I want a girl who can beat me in some (not all) video games.
I want a girl who has a certain respect for the arts.
I want a tech-savvy girl who doesn't gloat about her knowledge.
I want a girl who doesn't criticize me or talk to me condescendingly.
I want a girl who laughs. All the time.
I want a girl with a beautiful smile and deep, bewildering eyes.
I want a girl who is ticklish.
I want a girl who will punch me when I tease her.
I want a girl who is comfortable and content.
I want a girl who used to smoke cigarettes and listens to Animal Collective.
I want a girl that wears cardigans and scarves and wolf-shirts.
I want a girl with a funny family.
I want a girl who will sell jokes, I mean really sell them.
I want a girl who does nice things for strangers for no reason.
I want a girl who uses the word "debatable" and quotes Arrested Development every chance she gets.
This girl wears Vans and loves pandas and penguins.
This girl enjoys life and wants to share it with me.
This girl isn't a "one-upper."
This girl returns my texts five seconds after I send them.
This girl likes hats and socks and vegetables.
This girl loves to fly kites with me.
This girl thinks reality television is hilarious.
This girl makes me laugh like I never have before.
This girl loves to talk about philosophy and movies.
This girl loves food and Christmas.
This girl laughs hysterically at the cake I baked her for her birthday.
This girl sits outside and people-watches with me for hours.
This girl gives home-made gifts or buys them from Dollar Tree.
This girl loves moustaches and pot-luck dinners with friends.
This girl wears Christmas sweaters and Easter sweaters.
This girl is punctual, but I don't really care if she's late because she's so stunningly beautiful to me.
If this girl is exists, I really hope to find her soon.
If this girl is you, please contact me immediately.
That's all for now. I just figured I'd get this down so I can reminisce about it later.
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| I've decided to just go with the flow on this one. I'm over it, for now.
Bed at three, up at six,
library study and face punch my two exams tomorrow. |
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| Why am I so hung up on this?
It's quite annoying, really.
If I could read minds, this process would be so much easier.
I'm so awkward around pretty girls.
I have a giant mess of things running through my mind. Every day has 34 hours; I keep checking my phone to see if you texted. You didn't. And probably won't. I'm concerned that you're genuinely disinterested. I'm too emotionally invested in this nothing right now. And it kills me. I'm worried it's something I'm doing. Or not doing. I haven't really done a lot as of yet. Maybe I'm just not interesting enough. I'd like to think that isn't the case. You're just not someone I'm compelled to share things with. I think it's because I know I won't get a response when I want one. What I wouldn't give to know your thoughts.
On a lighter note, I think I'm in love:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xycnv87N_BU&feature=channel |
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| Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa,
Not the way that I do love you.
I'm in a wonderful state of purgatory.
Holy, Moley, me, oh my,
You're the apple of my eye,
Girl I've never loved one like you.
We'll see what happens.
Man oh man you're my best friend,
I scream it to the nothingness,
There ain't nothing that I need.
It takes a little time.
Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie,
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ,
Ain't nothing please me more than you.
I hate going to every one of my classes this semester.
Ahh Home. Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
I'm so pumped for Christmas.
Jade
Alexander
Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Yes I do.
Well there's something I never told you about that night.
What didn't you tell me?
While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.
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| like birthday candles in an old gray cake,
I am three years old today.
your poison makes me want to live
with vigor and vitality. |
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