Once Upon A Time

I was having a really bad year.

Then, unexpectedly, we became friends
and you made everything better.

We went from acquaintances to best friends
in a matter of a couple months.

Soon, I was no longer surprised to here you
walk through my back door unannounced,
or to see you pulling up in front of my house while
we were still on the phone.

And then there were all those nights we talked
until 3 in the morning. I didn't even care that I
was exhausted at school every day.

Then one day, I went and messed everything up
by telling you how I felt, and when it didn't work
out it ruined our friendship.

Now, you show up unexpectedly at another girls house,
and I'm happy for her and for you.

But I'll let you in on a little secret...

Sometimes I miss seeing your truck waiting for me
when I get home.

i'm such a glutton

Darn you, funfetti cupcakes.

You are so delicious, yet so deceitful.

You have tricked me for the last time...

I hope.



p.s. this picture is just too cute.

am i part of the cure, or am i part of the disease?

This past weekend I had the pleasure of seeing my favorite
band in concert, and it got me thinking. I've been listening to Coldplay since I was
in eighth grade. Just the fact that I associate them with that
year makes them very special to me. I found my true friends
that year, I discovered and embraced my true self. But Coldplay
doesn't just bring back good memories for me. Somehow,
Coldplay has found their way into my heart, and not just
because I like them musically, but also lyrically. You know when
an artist voices something you've been feeling for ages, but
could never quite articulate. And then they do it for you and
you feel so much better. Coldplay was the first band to do this
for me, and there have been many since.

Some songs can break your heart, others cheer you up, and
others can really get you thinking. I cannot tell you how
badly I wish I could write something that would help
even just one person explain something they couldn't
find the words to express on their own.

In the meantime, I'll be listening to Coldplay.

young at heart

The world is a playground.

Friends, we are at an age where we begin to forget this
and that really scares me.

We are preparing to enter into the "real world."

Why does that hold such a negative connotation?

When do we lose the joy of childhood and enter into
a day to day routine that makes life so mundane?

How do we lose the excitement of even the smallest things?

The other day my grandma told me she wants to go skydiving
when she grows up.

I hope I look at life that way when I'm 75.

I hope I embrace life every morning.

I hope I never stop exploring.

Because the world really is a playground. And I fully intend
to do cartwheels until the day I die.