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Everyone has a playlist for their life. The joys, the hurt, excitement and the anxiousness. Mine is as diverse as anyone elses. Right now, sitting on this train with only my shoulder-bag and the pink duffle that has my clothing in it, Sugarland is the band that is my soundtrack.
There's Got to be Something More.
I'm sick of being held back. That's exactly what I am right now. Held back from the adventorous life I should be living. To give you an idea? My best friend is my ex-boyfriend.
You can only imagine how many things are wrong with that statement.
I'm 20, and don't know what's really going on in my life. But then again, at 20, who does?
Flat plains expand for miles outside my window, and the little town we just passed through looked no different than my own little town of Chesaning.
It was just that morning that I had told Gemma I needed a ride to the train station. Within five minutes, she and Lissa were in my room trying to talk to me out of my brilliant scheme.
Oh, Gemma and Lissa. The foundation to my life for quite some time now.
I like to compare the three of us to the girls in Sex & The City. Gemma would be Miranda. No doubt. She has her goals in mind and knows how to achieve them. Lissa, deffinitely Charlotte. She's a romantic, loves her boyfriend, and will be the first to settle down.
That leaves me. The infamous mix between Carrie ( the writing thing) and Samantha (the wild thing). I had thought I found my prince charming, only to be devestated and then to follow it up with an affair with a married 28 year-old lawyer. It only had minimal perks, and not in the good-in-bed kind, either. Great kisser, though.
Yep, I'm the wild-child. the one now sitting on a train alone, with a one-way ticket headed for an unknown town in an unknown state. Whenever they kick me off is where my stop will be.
Lovely, isn't it?
I begged the girls to come with me. Obviously my puppy-dog eyes are losing their affect. I don't see how they wouldn't, after four years of constantly using them to get Gemma and Liss to join in my wacky plans.
The Conductor yelled the next stop as my iPod switched over.
Buy a One Way ticket
On a West Bound Train
See how far I can go
LeAnn Rimes pierced my ears, and I didn't switch it. The next song on the playlist of what I call my life.
Seems only fitting.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Traded*
Can a player who was traded to another team, or pushed down to A ball, come back and play for their previous team without holding a grudge?
Can they just forget about a time when they were substituted. Or told they weren't good enough? Just forget about their whole schedule, the plays, signs, practice times and locations? Fill them with another one? Just forget about a time when they just plain weren't wanted?
Would they be able to remember all the old signs, or will new ones have to be put in place? What about misinterpretations? Ball clubs are infamous for their signs, but it doesn't mean a thing if the players don't remember what they mean. A sign to stay could be catastrophic if misinterpreted for a steal.
So, are grudges still held when they're called up? Or is everything forgotten in an attempt to be the best ball player the team has ever seen?
Well, it's game-time...time to find out. Play Ball.
And-- if everything's right-- a true ball club, a true friend, will be there no matter what.
Can they just forget about a time when they were substituted. Or told they weren't good enough? Just forget about their whole schedule, the plays, signs, practice times and locations? Fill them with another one? Just forget about a time when they just plain weren't wanted?
Would they be able to remember all the old signs, or will new ones have to be put in place? What about misinterpretations? Ball clubs are infamous for their signs, but it doesn't mean a thing if the players don't remember what they mean. A sign to stay could be catastrophic if misinterpreted for a steal.
So, are grudges still held when they're called up? Or is everything forgotten in an attempt to be the best ball player the team has ever seen?
Well, it's game-time...time to find out. Play Ball.
And-- if everything's right-- a true ball club, a true friend, will be there no matter what.
The Lightning Flashes in Her Eyes*
Written Yesterday*
The lightning flashed all around making brilliant patterns in the sky. Bolts lighting up the clouds for seconds then dissappearing just to reappear in different formations a second later.
The fireflies winked constantly around the pond and in the line of trees underneath the dark clouds. With no thunder, the moment had never been so perfect. Standing behind her, he rubbed her arms to try and take away the chill that had fallen in the air. Occasionally kissing her neck or the top of her head, he wrapped her in a seemingly endless hug. She pulled him closer, not wanting to let him or the moment go.
He knew what she was thinking and said in a low voice, "If you can't hear the thunder, it's too far away to hurt you."
She leaned her head against his chest and remembered the last time he had said that...sitting on the dock at his cabin, watching the storm coming in over the lake. She smiled with the memory.
Never, in her life, had she felt safer.
The lightning flashed all around making brilliant patterns in the sky. Bolts lighting up the clouds for seconds then dissappearing just to reappear in different formations a second later.
The fireflies winked constantly around the pond and in the line of trees underneath the dark clouds. With no thunder, the moment had never been so perfect. Standing behind her, he rubbed her arms to try and take away the chill that had fallen in the air. Occasionally kissing her neck or the top of her head, he wrapped her in a seemingly endless hug. She pulled him closer, not wanting to let him or the moment go.
He knew what she was thinking and said in a low voice, "If you can't hear the thunder, it's too far away to hurt you."
She leaned her head against his chest and remembered the last time he had said that...sitting on the dock at his cabin, watching the storm coming in over the lake. She smiled with the memory.
Never, in her life, had she felt safer.
Intimidation*
There is nothing more intimidating than a blank piece of paper. A pure white sheet, with nothing on it. Nothing to taint it, no words or thoughts to make a mess of it. Intimidating. As any writer would say, it's just an open space, waiting for creative words to fill it. It's inviting.
As the Carrie Bradshaw of the Sports world, it's no different. Except, instead of comparing Love to Manolo Blonicks, and men to dogs, I compare teams to friends. Managers to mothers. The home team to a support system, and the visitors to all the evil that rues the world.
Your team. The ones who take the pain of that last pitch away, for a moment. The ones who pull you out of the mess that you, yourself, created. Bases loaded with a count of 3-0, they're the ones who can pull you out of any wreck—if they're good. It just so happens that my team, my relievers are amazing.
Makin' Love out by the River to Our Favorite Song*
Once again, originally written May 11th*
I don't know what it is, but I just can't get him out of my head.
When I close my eyes, I picture him. Turn on the TV, and I see shows we've watched together. The radio? The Lyrics only speak about him.
They say if you can't get someone out of your head, then maybe they're supposed to be there.
There's just something about him. He's cute, funny, talented, a great listener.
Smart, understanding, hard worker. He knows what he wants and he goes for it.
He's strong, in both mind and body.
His hugs? Comforting. Those kissse? Amazing. His smile? Stunning.
They also say that Summer Romances are the best.
I can't wait for the many bonfires
the carnivals
the concerts
days that we think will never come to an end.
I can just imagine the piggy-back rides, beach trips, even one or three to Cedar Point. Constant smiles and no problems.
That's summer. The parties, the romances, the grins and good times.
and I can see it all happening with him.
I.
can't.
wait.
I don't know what it is, but I just can't get him out of my head.
When I close my eyes, I picture him. Turn on the TV, and I see shows we've watched together. The radio? The Lyrics only speak about him.
They say if you can't get someone out of your head, then maybe they're supposed to be there.
There's just something about him. He's cute, funny, talented, a great listener.
Smart, understanding, hard worker. He knows what he wants and he goes for it.
He's strong, in both mind and body.
His hugs? Comforting. Those kissse? Amazing. His smile? Stunning.
They also say that Summer Romances are the best.
I can't wait for the many bonfires
the carnivals
the concerts
days that we think will never come to an end.
I can just imagine the piggy-back rides, beach trips, even one or three to Cedar Point. Constant smiles and no problems.
That's summer. The parties, the romances, the grins and good times.
and I can see it all happening with him.
I.
can't.
wait.
Marked with the Memory of You*
I wrote this a while ago...just haven't gotten around to putting it up here*so, enjoy*
It's amazing how one piece of artwork can reaffirm a friendship that you've known you've had for many, many years.
One spontaneous trip.
One heart.
Two horns.
One tail.
Can tell the tale of a frienship. One piece of artwork can explain the happiness,frustration, pain, spontinaity, anger, confusion and sheer exhileration of two people's worlds combined into one.
No matter where I am in the world, I can always look at that and remember. Remember the time when we were dancing in the rain outside on that cool June night. Remember sitting on the rock, and pouring my heart out to you. Or sitting in my car, and having you pour your heart out to me. That heart reminds me of countless nights where I cried myself to sleep thinking I had lost you. Forever. Yet, now, this heart let's me know that I'll never lose you. Not with the bond we've created between us.
When you look at it, I hope you remember as well. Remember the field, and looking up at the stars. Remember swinging in the park. Remember walking the railroad tracks.
The countless laughs.
and numerous tears.
Remember all the things we have taught each other. Some material, others not.
Learning to sail.
Random dance moves.
Snowboarding.
to open up & not keep things a secret.
how to throw darts.
and most importantly: how to love like neither of us imagined possible.
No matter where I am and where you are, we'll always remember each other. We're marked now. Marked with the memory of each other.
and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Online Programs
In high school, weeknights were reserved for the sitcoms that were on Television. Now that I'm in College, weeknights are reserved for cramming for the big exam the next day.
Even with the just-ending writers strike, Finals are coming up and it's going to be very hard to catch the episodes we all want to watch on television during their regularly scheduled time.
ABC, CBS and NBC are only three of the television stations that have online viewing for their shows. It's very convenient and, I must admit, my newest vice. If I'm sitting in class (IAH, ISS, any boring humanities course) and become very bored...it's not uncommon for me to break the headphones out and catch up on the episodes of Samantha Who that I've missed.
When you get a chance, check it out. It's possibly one of the greatest ideas ever.
ABC
for programs like: Samantha Who, Dancing With The Stars and The Bachelor
NBC
for programs like: Medium, Deal or No Deal, 30 Rock, and Chuck
Even with the just-ending writers strike, Finals are coming up and it's going to be very hard to catch the episodes we all want to watch on television during their regularly scheduled time.
ABC, CBS and NBC are only three of the television stations that have online viewing for their shows. It's very convenient and, I must admit, my newest vice. If I'm sitting in class (IAH, ISS, any boring humanities course) and become very bored...it's not uncommon for me to break the headphones out and catch up on the episodes of Samantha Who that I've missed.
When you get a chance, check it out. It's possibly one of the greatest ideas ever.
ABC
for programs like: Samantha Who, Dancing With The Stars and The Bachelor
NBC
for programs like: Medium, Deal or No Deal, 30 Rock, and Chuck
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