Oh, Wesley.

LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name: YourSavingGrace
Your haiku:
i took the boy who
is named christopher in
to my apartment

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Your name: YourSavingGrace
Your haiku:
middle and there was
something else i wanted
to tell you about

LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name: YourSavingGrace
Your haiku:
no plans of being caught
in my room dreaming about
you if i just gave

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Your name: YourSavingGrace
Your haiku:
opposes gun control
and the other day i had
no plans of being caught

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Your name: YourSavingGrace
Your haiku:
call me if i just
liked it more when i was
telling jessica

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Your name: YourSavingGrace
Your haiku:
she does with her free
time it always suprises me
to find that i want

Who is having the best week ever?

VH1 doesn't know this, but the answer is me, obviously.

I'm having a very good day. I've been in a great mood, despite this head cold which is driving me mad. I saw Bobby off this afternoon and then headed to the river to visit with family. I went tubing with Katie, which was killer. After getting my fill of sunshine, I headed home, where I met with Jessica and then we went off to Ruselville. Why would anyone go to Russellville, you ask? We went to the drive-in, where saw Over the Hedge and R.V. They were pretty dumb (I wasn't impressed at ALL with Hedge) but it was still fun. We spent the whole of the second movie playing the Kevin Bacon game; I was telling Jessica about the visit from the Mufreesboro boys and that branched into the game, except our was better, because we are awesome.

Shareese, Terri, Meaghan, and I went to their concert last night at Big Ed's, which was less sketch than I first thought-- it was still sketch, though. That was great fun, as expected. Shareese and I danced with the first official crazed fan of the Middlemen... some guy from California, Alabama.

After the concert we girls headed home, then Meaghan and Shareese left, Terri and I picked up pizzas, and Lacey and Asa came over. The guys got home a little later, then Terri went home, followed shortly by Mitch and Matt, and later Lacey.

So maybe you didn't really care about the details, but there you have them. There's another concert Thursday night... who wants to come with? I would love to see you there. It's at Sidepockets, which is, at the very very most, three minutes away from my apartment.

Karen, I pine for you. I hope you're home safe and sound and soon.

I'm drinking hot lemon and blueberry tea. It's soothing.

The sunniest day, and everybody wants to call the cops about that body we found.

Whatever, man.

To handcrafted beers made in local breweries!

Bobby, Mitch, and Matt are in town. They are all very sweet, and, as they've been told many a time, adorable. I haven't hung out with a group of straight guys in a loooooong time. It's kinda wierd.

The show in in a couple hours. Shareese, Terri, and maybe Meaghan are coming with me. Yay!

I caught whatever crud Dad had, and I feel like shit. Ugh. Grandmomma gave me some cold medicine which has helped some this afternoon. It was a beautiful day on the lake. I love my family. But you knew that.

I'm going to take a nap now before I pick up Shareese. I'm at my parents' house.

Cucumber dip is always a good thing, as is almond cake.

Graham is fellow alumni now. Good jorb, Graham.

Congratulations, Class of 2006!

If I was crying in the van with my friends, it was for freedom, from myself and from the land.

I drove to New York
In a van, with my friend
We slept in parking lots
I don't mind, I don't mind
I was in love with the place
In my mind, in my mind
I made a lot of mistakes
In my mind, in my mind

One more year? I think I can graduate in one more year... let's hope so. Social work... that's my new major. I don't know what I want to do, but it's as good a major as anything else. I will be good at it, but there are lots of things I would be good at, and lots of things I would enjoy, but none of the things I want here and now require a degree, and I miss the security of feeling that the future would take care of itself.

So after college... who wants to pitch in for the van? Anybody up for parking lots and public restrooms? Save your money, kids, sell your clothes... it's not too late, is it? I didn't ask to be born after the revolution. I know it's been done, and I know the pioneers had ideals much better than mine. But surely the arbitrary date of my birth hasn't left me completely unable to pursue the bohemian ideals I romanticize?

I want to get married. I want to have kids. I want two dogs and a cat and a white picket fence and maybe a mini-van. I want a steady job with good benefits and a stable retirement fund. But not yet...

Here in the real world, things are great... I got back from Anna Maria Island Wednesday evening; it was a wonderful wonderful wonderful vacation of the kind I will not likely enjoy again. Beautiful. Finally got to see Jessica and O'Brian... I missed them bunches. I brought them souvenirs. but I left them at the house; they'll be getting here tomorrow. Woohoo! I got lots of new clothing for less than lots of money, which is a plus. This morning I went to see Graham at his Honor's Day Program... guess who was part of the Mr. and Ms. DHS court? My brother, that's who! VERY exciting; I am so very proud of him for that and for the many other awards he received... he's on the lake now with Wil and Harris, and I hope he's having a killer time. The ceremony this morning made me pretty sad... I love college. I love it. I think what makes me wish for high school is the stability... not only did I have an amazing group of friend, I had consistency... the very thing I'm so scared of now!

I just realized that. Jeez.

But there's something to be said for not having a choice. I wouldn't live my life like that, but I sometimes miss that simplicity. You get up, maybe grab some breakfast, head to school, talk with friends, walk to class, wave in the halls, talk at lunch, finish the day, head to annual staff or drama or art club or whatever you had going on, go home, eat dinner with your family, maybe go see your younger sister play ball-- you don't care about the game, but you care about your sister, so you go, even though the two of you fight on the way home-- head to bed, wake up, do it again. Then weekends and holidays and summer camps, and everything is thrown out of wack, and that's good and that's wonderful and that's fun, but you know-- you dread it but you know, August is gonna roll around and back that school and back to those halls and back to those people.

I don't know where I'm going with this.

That's not true. I do, but I'm not going to bother typing it out. You didn't even read this, did you? You just skimmed for your name. I don't feel like proof-reading, so pardon me if I rambled...

Tonight is going to be fun. Tonight, tonight, there's only you tonight...

I watched West Side Story in Florida... it's so fantastic...

:)

If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I'll follow you...

I guess we have some time to kill...

Some things I did not post about that I don't want to forget, in no order:

~ Panapoly
~ Rosemary
~ Slurred Sign
~ Weddings
~ Kevin Bacon
~ Damn Hensley People
~ Summer Plans

But those I will attend to later... I'm posting from Hot 'Lanta right now... at the lovely home of Uncle Keith and Aunt Laura and Katie and Nancy, and we just finished a late late supper and I'm about to head to bed. I probably will not be posting in the next two weeks; because I hope to live simply and fully. :)

In other words, I'm going to be on the beach, and I plan to avoid computers and televisions and cell phones. Except call me. I would like that... even if I can't answer at the moment, I will call back. Leave me messages on here and myspace and blogspot and email and help me feel loved when I return home. Call me if you need me. I will love you long distance.

A new lease you are, my love...

As long as the sun shall rise goes the

old lovers vow. But we are children of a scientific age &

have no time for poetry. Still, I offer a

quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight

each time I see your face.