Holidays

The unappreciated holiday-Thanksgiving-has now passed and, I am sorry to say, involved very little eating. But spending it with Home made it the best ever.

Yesterday, I enjoyed the company of The Ginger and The Animal. The last few times I saw The Ginger, I had to buy a pair of socks and -so did Home-just to converse with him. Hallelujah for holiday breaks. We enjoyed watching Fired Up and Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, laughing and envying the relationships with a lot of "Awwww!"s.

I am thankful for Home, for my friends, and for my family-even if I got kicked out of yet another bed last night in order for my sister to have a sleepover with her silly junior high friends.

Give thanks.

The Humor Section

Tomorrow, a new blog will appear.

It shall be created by myself, The Sunflower Lover, and Sax. The best part; it shall consist of, basically, bad jokes. We had the inspiration today as we sat in my dorm room. I had to stand in the corner several times for making bad jokes.

Be excited.

First Circle of Hell

Home is my best friend. And best friends we shall always remain until we die and go to heaven and say to each other, "We made it! And look at everything we've accomplished together." I cannot wait for it to be the right time.

To make matters worse...

I hit a cat while driving back to school today. It was dark. I did not see it until a milisecond before I felt the thud of my tires.

I cried.

This week, I feel as though I am experiencing Dante's Inferno. My Circle I: guilt.

Homesickness Runs Rampant..

The new week has brought frustration from ballet and grumpy roommates. Luckily, I made delicious food yesterday. It was a huge success.

I spent some quality time with my pet mustache, Stephano, drinking Martinelli's. He drank too much and threw up nerds. No problem.

I printed some of my favorite photos and put them up along my wall. Cleaning and organizing often acts as therapy.

I miss the Ginger. He makes my life so wonderful and he has disappeared from my radar. This is a problem.

I miss the Animal as well. She and I get to attend the incredible Blessthefall concert a week from Friday. I am thrilled. I cannot wait to jump around and act like I have no cares for an evening with my best friend. Hallelujah!

The Writer has been missed as well. She helped me to tolerate life when I felt grumpy.

Living eighty miles from home and Home has become more than an annoyance.
Utah Valley University next year? Apartment with the Writer and the Animal? Just try and stop me.

Commiserating

Don't you hate the feeling when you've discovered you might have been someone's best and biggest mistake? I wish I didn't know what this felt like.

I want to go Home..

Midterms

There is something wonderful about singing Believe by Cher with Twinkie to ease the tension of midterms.

Oh, college.

"That Was My Favorite Arm..."

This weekend simply was not long enough.

My date-excuse me, my HOTT DATE-could not have been better. I found myself unable to reach my house before it was time to see Home so I stopped at The Writer's place of residence to freshen up. I found Home playing the guitar in his room-I usually find him in his secret labratory creating brilliant musical creatures. We decided to stay at his house and watch Wayne's World-"We're not worthy! We're not worthy! We're scum! We suck!"-and order the most delicious pizza ever to be created by two minds that, when combined, become brilliant. Later, we were on our way to the theater so I could finally see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two. I cried through most of it, Home became frustrated with it. I adore him.

The following day, I traveled back to Home and we visited The Bassist and his lady-who's nickname is pending-and enjoyed the evening with them. However, we barely made it back to Home's house in one piece: it was quite late at night, or early in the morning if you want to get picky.

Sunday and Monday were also spent with Home. I missed him greatly. I miss him now that I have gone back to school.

Despite my not-so-long weekend, I have a short week and then back to Home on Friday. Hallelujah!

It's Friday, Pumpkin.

I have survived through, yet, another week of college. It feels like I have been here for two months.

I am not sure how I feel about my ballet class: it is definitely more difficult than I thought. My hip hop and yoga classes have been saving my life this week. It has been up and down, side to side, this whole week.

But tomorrow I get to go home.

Home feels like warmth. It sounds like a heartbeat. It looks like the happiest dream that can rise from the subconcious. Home smells musky and earthy. If home had a taste, it would taste rich and sweet.

Home is him. My man.

Tomorrow is Friday and I have got a hot date with home.

Thunderstorms

I came home for the weekend after the first week of school. It was a success.

I finally got to see My Man and that was difficult, yet utter bliss. It's nice to be with my best friend. I got my butt handed to me when we wrestled. Blast. I will miss him this week but he is my motivation throughout the next week.

I am currently enjoying the film Forgetting Sarah Marshall and falling asleep. This film entices me to travel to Hawaii. And to have a successful marriage. Not that I'm worried.

I hope going back to school will be so much less nerve-wracking than last week. I wish it would rain the way it is now at school.

A College Life for Me.

Upon the request of The Sunflower Lover, I have begun this blog once more.

My computer doesn't like Javascript and would not let me publish my blogs but I found a loophole. I could have been a lawyer.

I have arrived at the college scene and I still have not decided if I am okay with it or not. I found my friends yesterday and they made life easier. I need to come up with nicknames for them. So far, I have The Sunflower Lover, Sax, Chaco, Sheltered, and Twinkie. I need to find a few more.

I miss My Man more than words can express. "I cannot live without my life, I cannot live without my soul." He holds all of my heart, I left it with him. Even though I said I would wait to go home, I don't think I can wait another week. Even if it's just over night, I need to see him and feel whole for just a little while.

Growing up has proven troublesome. Even just a few years ago, I remember thinking that I could not reach adulthood soon enough. Now I would give quite a lot to return to the blush of youth. Somehow, I did not understand that growing up would be the most difficult thing I would have to do thus far in life.

Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.

PS

I lost the ability to edit and fancify this post half-way through. Shih-fuh-bih.

Bucket List Check Off

Last night. In a word: ideal.

Normally, sleepovers are fun because the girls get together and gossip, giggle, dance, have pillow fights, watch movies, and get very little sleep. Last night became the epitome of all sleepovers, the real deal, because we did all of those things with the ladies; only one of the ladies was actually a boy. My friend, the Ginger, was there and made everyone feel wonderful with his presence. The Ginger is a homosexual. We all felt very safe with him around. What makes it even better: every one of us has a little crush on him because he is so adorable, has the most fabulous hair, and makes all of us feel so great.

We all flirt with him just because it makes him blush. He is my best friend. His dancing is meant for the brilliant stages of Lady Gaga. His laugh is contagious. His Brooklyn lady accent surpasses any. He missed out on the pillow fight. And he drools on occasion when he sleeps-that's what he warned the Writer. We watched three movies: Sixteen Candles, Just Go With It, and The Wedding Singer. Throughout most of Sixteen Candles and Just Go With It the Ginger and the Writer screamed and yelled at the characters, stressing out over the convoluted plot lines. The best people to watch movies with. The Animal was also there with us. My best friend since the fifth grade. She attacked the Writer as she tried to sleep. Some things never change.

Needless to say, last night will be difficult to match. I can check a few boxes off of my bucket list.

I can't wait to do it all over again.

Brand New Day

Today, I woke with a new sense of purpose.

I began the day with my recent ritual (reading a chapter of Alma and saying an actual prayer). After this wonderful beginning, I felt like the day could only get better. So far it hasn't been trying to prove me wrong.

I finally got to enjoy tanning by the pool-I've been trying to take advantage of the private pool for the last week we're living in this complex and only been able to get to it once before this week but it was after the sun had gone down. Luckily, I tan easier than I thought. Thank you Banana Boat tanning suntan spray. We'll ignore the fact that my sister hit my brother's mouth into the wall and made him bleed. Accidents happen.

I would compare this kind of day to a brownie sundae: my routine acts as the ice cream, the pool time acts as the chocolate syrup and caramel, and feeling like I look cute acts as the whipp-ed cream. Now all I need is some time with my man-he's the brownie because that's my favorite part of the sundae-to finish this delicious dessert.