I want a boy.
I want a boy who will hold my hand in public and make all the other girls jealous.
I want a boy who will surprise me with twenty-five cent rings.
I want a boy who will send me a text saying good morning every day.
I want a boy who will let me win some times, and who will beat me other times.
I want a boy who will bet me kisses. I want a boy who will push me on the swings.
I want a boy who will stay up late talking to me when I have nightmares.
I want a boy who will let me steal his clothes.
I want a boy who will look for reasons to spend time with me.
I want a boy who will make me think before I do things.
I want a boy who will start snowball fight with me.
I want a boy who will dance with me even though I'm clumsy.
I want a boy who will sing to me.
I want a boy who will keep the little notes I leave him.
I want a boy who will smile when I show up at his house with out any notice.
I want a boy who will forgive me my mistakes, and let me do the same.
I want a boy who will trust me with his secrets, no matter what.
I want a boy who will tell me when I'm being too stubborn.
I want a boy who will play in a rainstorm with me.
I want a boy who will save my texts.
I want a boy who will feel comfortable with me.
I want a boy who will show me off.
I want a boy who will hang out with my sisters.
I want a boy who will work to make himself a better person always.
I want a boy who will make me want to be a better person.
I want a boy who will let me send him goodnight texts every night.
I want a boy who will tease me.
I want a boy.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Some times I wish I could just disappear. I wish that I could drop everything, stop caring about people and dishes and school and hide in a little house on the beach with flowers and sunshine. I wish I could just sit and write and read and get lost in words. That would be so nice. It would be easy and pleasant and lovely and good. Only I can't because I have to live life. How gross.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
How the heck does paper beat rock?
I understand that scissors can beat paper and I get that rock beats scissors but there is no way paper can beat rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around the rock, leaving it immobile? What can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of paper constantly suffocating students while they are taking notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anything. A rock would tear it up in two seconds. That is why when I play rock, paper, scissors I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims they beat me with paper I can punch them in the face and say, 'Oh sorry, i thought your paper would protect you."
I didn't actually write this, i read it on a sign somewhere, but I can picture me saying it because I agree with it, so I thought I would share.
I didn't actually write this, i read it on a sign somewhere, but I can picture me saying it because I agree with it, so I thought I would share.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
I'm liking the name Jim tonight
"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: 'It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.'"
- Jim Jarmusch
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."
- Jim Morrison
Success is doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.
-Jim Rohn
I try to do something the audience might not have seen before. Like if I'm gonna kiss a girl I wanna kiss her like a girl has never been kissed. Like maybe I would kick her legs out from under her and catch her right before she hits the ground and then kiss her.
-Jim Carry
- Jim Jarmusch
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."
- Jim Morrison
Success is doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.
-Jim Rohn
I try to do something the audience might not have seen before. Like if I'm gonna kiss a girl I wanna kiss her like a girl has never been kissed. Like maybe I would kick her legs out from under her and catch her right before she hits the ground and then kiss her.
-Jim Carry
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
So. Today was the first day of the semester and as such i got a couple new teachers. One of said teachers had us fill out an interview type thing. One of the questions was as followed: where do you see yourself in 15 years. I liked this question. And i have and answer for it. And, yes, I will tell you said answer.
In 15 years I will be 32. I will be done with school (thank goodness). I will be married to my best friend. We will live in a house we built on the edge of Portland, OR. We will have some little people who call us mom and dad. We will be teaching them how to be great people.
I will have a Doctorates in psychology (and be able to spell that with out thinking really hard about it first). I will own my own office where I will help teenagers talk through their problems and feel better about their lives while my own babies are in school.
I'll be doing as much good outside of my home as I am inside of it and I will be able to be self-sufficient but I won't need to be because my man will be there to take care of me.
We will spend out evenings cooking together and dancing in the kitchen. We will have great friends that we invite over for dinner parties. We will kiss like newly weds and know each other as well as any couple of 50 years. We won't make our kids eat oatmeal if they don't want to.
We will be very happy I think.
that is all.
taylor.
In 15 years I will be 32. I will be done with school (thank goodness). I will be married to my best friend. We will live in a house we built on the edge of Portland, OR. We will have some little people who call us mom and dad. We will be teaching them how to be great people.
I will have a Doctorates in psychology (and be able to spell that with out thinking really hard about it first). I will own my own office where I will help teenagers talk through their problems and feel better about their lives while my own babies are in school.
I'll be doing as much good outside of my home as I am inside of it and I will be able to be self-sufficient but I won't need to be because my man will be there to take care of me.
We will spend out evenings cooking together and dancing in the kitchen. We will have great friends that we invite over for dinner parties. We will kiss like newly weds and know each other as well as any couple of 50 years. We won't make our kids eat oatmeal if they don't want to.
We will be very happy I think.
that is all.
taylor.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
What 2011 brought me:
January brought a week at home with gracie, watching heroes for new years. It brought a question game of epic proportions. It brought a 11 year old sister. It brought a cousin who got my bedroom. It brought boxes.
February brought a new house. It brought a new ward. It brought new friends. It brought saying goodbyes. It brought a three hour block filled with tears. It brought a new bed.
March brought a new school. It brought a twenty year old sister. It brought lots of hard things. It brought new friends of the unexpected sort. It brought a wall of things I love. It brought a realization of how lucky I am.
April brought a spring break no one remembers. It brought a 14 year old sister. It brought a bout of forgetting who I was. It brought a series of writing challenges and late nights. It brought feeling like I was missing my life and so alive it hurt.
May brought a blogging challenge. It brought trips to take soup to sick friends. It brought a year book day I'll never forget. It brought important phone numbers. It brought a title. It brought missing lone peak. It brought a week with just faith and grace. It brought end of school testing.
June brought the last day of school. It brought house sitting. It brought trek. It brought forgiving my mother for a while. It brought seven peaks. It brought swinging late at night. It brought excitement.
July brought best friends turning 16. It brought parties. It brought staying out late It brought sleeping in. It brought flying alone. It brought more wishes than any one should deserve. It brought two weeks of joy. It brought girls camp. It brought sunshine. It brought happiness.
August brought old friends. It brought new old starts. It brought mad writing frenzies where a chapter could be written in 3 hours. It brought new classes, and new teachers, and new friends, all in an old school. It brought Kolob.
September brought longing for things in faded colors and golden light. It brought out the hopeless romantic in me. It brought finishing the first draft of my book. It brought roof top concerts and bike rides at dusk. It brought all nighters. It brought a weekend of heather. It brought the resurrection of the question game.
October brought being 17 and a scavenger hunt in the mall. It brought a kiss behind the school and holding hands at a football game. It brought questions. It brought counting down in days instead of months and years. It brought a speeding ticket. It brought fall break. It brought the zoo and build a bear.
Novermber brought not being able to write. It brought thanksgiving break. It brought lots of food. It brought an official boyfriend. It brought quotes and fun and gummy bears. It brought trouble in chemistry, but not really caring because of heather and aubri and seeing the boy before.
December brought the longing to go sledding and no snow, a first for both. It brought wondering it he really liked me and breaking up over a text. It brought living with heather in salt lake. It brought good books. It brought tears, from being sad and laughing too hard. It brought so much time I didn't know what to do with it and got nothing done. It brought a few ends, and more beginnings.
2012 with bring even more.
January brought a week at home with gracie, watching heroes for new years. It brought a question game of epic proportions. It brought a 11 year old sister. It brought a cousin who got my bedroom. It brought boxes.
February brought a new house. It brought a new ward. It brought new friends. It brought saying goodbyes. It brought a three hour block filled with tears. It brought a new bed.
March brought a new school. It brought a twenty year old sister. It brought lots of hard things. It brought new friends of the unexpected sort. It brought a wall of things I love. It brought a realization of how lucky I am.
April brought a spring break no one remembers. It brought a 14 year old sister. It brought a bout of forgetting who I was. It brought a series of writing challenges and late nights. It brought feeling like I was missing my life and so alive it hurt.
May brought a blogging challenge. It brought trips to take soup to sick friends. It brought a year book day I'll never forget. It brought important phone numbers. It brought a title. It brought missing lone peak. It brought a week with just faith and grace. It brought end of school testing.
June brought the last day of school. It brought house sitting. It brought trek. It brought forgiving my mother for a while. It brought seven peaks. It brought swinging late at night. It brought excitement.
July brought best friends turning 16. It brought parties. It brought staying out late It brought sleeping in. It brought flying alone. It brought more wishes than any one should deserve. It brought two weeks of joy. It brought girls camp. It brought sunshine. It brought happiness.
August brought old friends. It brought new old starts. It brought mad writing frenzies where a chapter could be written in 3 hours. It brought new classes, and new teachers, and new friends, all in an old school. It brought Kolob.
September brought longing for things in faded colors and golden light. It brought out the hopeless romantic in me. It brought finishing the first draft of my book. It brought roof top concerts and bike rides at dusk. It brought all nighters. It brought a weekend of heather. It brought the resurrection of the question game.
October brought being 17 and a scavenger hunt in the mall. It brought a kiss behind the school and holding hands at a football game. It brought questions. It brought counting down in days instead of months and years. It brought a speeding ticket. It brought fall break. It brought the zoo and build a bear.
Novermber brought not being able to write. It brought thanksgiving break. It brought lots of food. It brought an official boyfriend. It brought quotes and fun and gummy bears. It brought trouble in chemistry, but not really caring because of heather and aubri and seeing the boy before.
December brought the longing to go sledding and no snow, a first for both. It brought wondering it he really liked me and breaking up over a text. It brought living with heather in salt lake. It brought good books. It brought tears, from being sad and laughing too hard. It brought so much time I didn't know what to do with it and got nothing done. It brought a few ends, and more beginnings.
2012 with bring even more.
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