The Era of Bliss

Wow,  I haven't done one of these in a very long time.  I don't suppose any of you are wondering what I've been up to the past few months?

   School started September 4th.  My last first-day-of-high-school.  ((Thank you sweet Jesus.))  I guess I didn't realize how VERY badly I want to be done with high school.  Senioritis set in around 8:15 September 4th...and hasn't left since.  I honestly don't give two shits about my grades anymore.  I have 209 days until graduation.  ((By the way, graduation is June 3rd, 2007 at 4:30PM.))  This is the first year since 8th grade that I've had lower than a B- in any class.  Oh well, I guess.  

   I have been accepted to Aquinas College in Grand Rapids, and will be attending in the fall of 2007.  I also recieved a $8,500 scholarship that is renewable over 4 years or until my under-graduate degree is recieved - whichever comes first.  I'm pretty excited about that.  Tuition is $25,176 a year, so any and all donations are welcome.  ha. 

   On October 1, 2006 the love of my life appeared.  Kyle and I have been dating since that day, and the only words I can use to describe what we have are joyfull adjectives: bliss, peace, excitement, pure happiness - I could go on and on.  I love this guy with every ounce of being I am.  He truely could be my one-and-only.  This story will be continued...

   I dyed my hair PURPLE today.  It looks...different.  I'm not really sure if I like it or not.  I think it'll just take some getting used to.  My dad and little brother like it ((Michael called it "kick ass")), so this must be a good sign.  Kyle hasn't seen it yet, but he's "excited" and he's coming over after work tonight.  ha.  I just might pop in to Clementine's and surprise him...purple hair and all. 

   *  Other than the above statements, my life has been normal.  I'm a pretty lucky girl.  I guess the old saying is true: "Good things happen to those who wait". 

It is SO NICE OUTSIDE PEOPLE!!!

If you haven't been outside yet today - get off your ass and go.  It is SO effin' nice.  Beautiful out here!!!!!!      

"From Falling In Love Is Like Owning A Dog"  An Epithalamion

First of all, it's a big responsibility,                                                                          especially in a city like New York.                                                                                So think long and hard before deciding on love.                                                            On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:                                                 when you're walking down the street late at night                                                        and you have a leash on love                                                                                      ain't no one going to mess with you

Love doesn't like being left alone for long.                                                                    But come home and love is always happy to see you.                                                      It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,                                            but you can never be mad at love for long.

Is love good all the time? No! No!                                                                             Love can be bad.  Bad, love, bad.  Very bad love. 

Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.                                                     It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.                                                       It pulls you in several different directions at once,                                                          or winds around and around you                                                                                  until you're all wound up and can't move.

But love makes you meet people wherever you go.                                                    People who have nothing in common but love                                                              stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back,                                                     again, and again, and again.                                                                                         But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.                                                                   And in return, love loves you and never stops.

~Taylor Mali

That pretty much sums it up for me, I think....

When I’m out walking I strut my stuff yeah I’m so strung out
I’m high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know your the one
Body and beats I stain my sheets I don’t even know why
My girlfriend she’s at the end she is starting to cry
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know your the one...

I love this song. 

Anyways.  My teeth hurt from this cursed rubber bands.  I have a pounding headache from all the bloody books I've put away tonight.  My mother is freaking out because my dad went to Louisiana and didn't tell her, and Michael doesn't want to come stay with us until dad gets back.  This week is exams.  'Nuff said.  The only good thing about that is it's all half-days, so yay?  I might go swimming tomorrow with Joanie at the YWCA...I dunno, maybe...her and I went to lunch today at "Good Fortune"; they have really good food there with really reasonable prices.  I recommend them.  And now my break is over.  And I have to go back and shelve books.  ...Just shoot me now, people.  Please?