it's midnight thirty. and i'm eating a hot dog. feel free to be disgusted with me. because i'm quite appalled with myself.

someone please come see this movie with me!

pros.. and.. cons..?

boy, i'm walking on thin ice for you. and any second i'm going to fall through. are you really worth it? this is where it get's complicated. because my head is screaming at me, get off the ice you stupid girl!!! when you fall in it's going to be freaking cold. and it's going to take more than the electric blanket you got for christmas, and a cup of kneaders hot chocolate to warm you back up. my head is really convincing. so i turn to go back to the safety of the shore, but then my heart butts in and stops me, and i remember the way i feel when you're  holding me in your arms. my heart is pretty convincing too. i look back, and i'm at a loss. i'm in limbo. i don't want to forget that feeling. and i don't want to fall into the icy water. a decision needs to be made. but that is easier said than done. are you going to let me fall through like you did the last time? when the ice cracked underneath me so unexpectedly. or will you catch me? it kills me to say i don't think you will. and i don't want to look like a fool when i come shivering out of the water, i can only imagine what my friends would be thinking about me.... "that's what you get for giving him a second chance." "we all saw that one coming.".... that would be hard seeing as i've been trying to convince myself that you're a different person then my friends think you are. and i want to believe myself. but how can i if i come out of that ice water, knowing that all those things my friends said about you were true. and i was just too caught up in everything to hear their advice. well boy,  i'm on the ice. so please don't let me fall in. is that to much for a girl to ask?

phobia..?

this is for you shelby. hahahaaaa
good times (:
ohh and let's have a pudding fest. deal?

this is what i've succumbed to..

sometimes i get bored. really really really bored. so what do i do...? put my ipod on shuffle and write down the first line of the song. to make a story. that's a bit interesting..

silent night

don't cry

let's go back, back to the beginning.

i believe in dreaming, shooting for the stars

she's all laid up in bed with a broken heart

i'm not surprised not everything lasts.

you're such a flirt

one more depending on a prayer

i was sitting on my doorstep

sparks fly, i hit the ground running

making my way downtown walking fast.

you take a deep breath and you walk through the doors

7 am the usual morning line up.

don't go breaking my heart 

how ironic it all seems

i got my boots on

you were in college working part time waiting tables

story of my life

saturday night and you're still hanging around

i never thought that i was so blind

if i told you tonight that i loved you

the time i would spend

turn it up

summer loving had me a blast

there's nothing you can do to turn me away

all those crazy nights

anytime you feel

for the longest time 

trying not to hope to hard for what i want.

yeah someone call me.. i'm going crazy and need to get out of the house.. 

yep.

i understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. and how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. and it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your friends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. and sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. and after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new, and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. and little pieces of your soul will finally come back. and all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will all eventually begin to fade.

-The Holiday

i love breaks

i love grandma's house (: why you ask?
-we watch harry potter, up, and cheesy hallmark christmas movies.
-we quilt.
-we make candy.
-and we are best friends. (: