Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Green Light

So like. Hm. Here's the thing. You can't tell me it's okay to be reckless. It's like a dare. I'll do it and that would cause a bunch of unknowns to be thrown in both our faces. But like. I would, as bad as that sounds. You're sort of taking my rule about underclassmen and tearing it to shreds.


The G is G. Basically. I'm actually reading.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

What do you do with a B.A. in English?

Without a teaching credential, nothing. 

I'm hanging up this call. I can't  sit here in tears, perpetually on hold, any longer. I just won't do it. 

That smile is something I never thought I'd receive. I really never thought it would happen like that either. 
I wish I could write in first person, coherently.

No more February stories. 

P.S. Never say chivalry is dead.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

All Right

I literally walked into the parking lot of my youth expecting disaster. I thought everything would go terribly, terribly wrong. I was wrong.

The evening panned out exactly as it should have, exactly as I needed. I sat in the front with a friendly friend and got a smile from a very pretty girl and I wasn't late to leave. I didn't realize how far I've come until now. And a healthy dose of whatifs to top off the night.


Friday, March 11, 2011

Oh!

Why am I still smiling? Is that what this is?



(My heart grew tipsy in me.)

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Walk me to the door.

Oh boy. Oh girl. We'll just say my call is still on hold. I'm going to set the phone down and drink some chocolate milk and check back later.I'm thisclose to hanging up and I really don't want to because then there'll be all those stupid whatifs that'll just kill me.

I write. I am a writer. The month of February will be all love poems though, so the next few days will be interestingly ticklish.

I swear I would apply. I just can't bring myself to do it. Or maybe I'll apply and then not go. As beautiful as the seasons are, I couldn't put myself through it all again. so.

Paige made it look so easy. Just... bam. Done. Don't tell. Why does it look so damn easy on screen?