Be not afraid of going slowly

All As. All Honors Classes. That's what I'm talking about. :]

and btw, I've decided not to swear in my posts anymore. I've decided it's trashy. so disregard any swearing I did in past posts, I'm sorry, and it won't happen again.

-still shippin the Luddy.
-still dodgin the hate.

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enough said.

Teasers:

 I'm now a total cuddy/lucas shipper. 

*dodges hate mail, flame, and wild hyenas*

Okay I've been absent or a while, so this post is going to be a bit of a doozy. I feel like I need to just vent a lot and write random stuff down, so that's what's going to happen. Just a warning.

( these streets will make you feel brand new )

 I haven't posted in AGES! So here's a lovely picture to keep you satisfied. Hopefully I'll be able to post something again soon. love to all! Oh, and for some reason this image looks totally crappy on my journal. Just keep clicking on it and it'll get MUCH clearer. :]
 

 A Past Not Yet Realized

    A smile slips onto my face as I hear the chords of a tune long forgotten fill the air.  Is it an A? G-Flat? F-Sharp? I don’t know. But really it doesn’t matter. Music is not technicalities. You can’t solve it mathematically. You must feel it. And lying here, on my bed in sweats and a tee-shirt, I don’t feel worthy enough to hear such a beautiful medley of sounds. The notes transport me back to a time I have never experienced.

     I close my eyes and can see myself, out in a courtyard at twilight. I can smell the lilacs that line the walls of this secret sanctuary, and I can see the strings of lights that twinkle overhead, a preshow to the stars that will surely lighten as the night grows dark. My heels click over the cobblestones and my dress sways around me, softly kissing the skin of my legs. A gentle hand is placed over mine, and I look up into the blue eyes of a gentleman. He does not have to say a word; I know that he wishes to dance as I do. I allow myself to be led into the middle of the courtyard; he places a hand on my back, I place mine on his shoulder. We dance, just the two of us. I know that this is perfect, our sways and spins in time to the angels’ chorus.

     But it is a past that has not yet come to be. I am still lying on my bed in sweats in a tee-shirt. And this glorious beauty is not magically wafting through the air, it is being played by a laptop. Still, I cannot let this perfect dream go. It is too sweet, too enchanting to be lost in the chances not taken. So I walk to my closet and slip on an old dress. I put on a pair of heels, and dim the overhead light. And I dance. With myself, at one in the morning. I sway and I spin to the entrancing harmony. And there I know that this dream will not be forgotten. 


Author's note- I suggest you listen to the song "A Time For Love" by Jim Bajor while reading this. It was my inspiration and I think it adds to the piece. :] 

     Camping has proven to be highly entertaining. I thought it would suck, but I had a blast. (jsyk, this entry is a few weeks late.) A couple weeks ago I went camping with the "outdoors club" of my school. Out of the 5 people from my grade who went, two of my good friends and I were the only girls. I wasn't really close with the two guys that went, but I knew them well enough that it wouldn't be awkward. We all showed up at school, ready for a 2 hour drive to get to our campsite. Guess what vehicle the 5 of us chose to ride in? THE PARISH VAN BABY! xDD
     We drove down with our youth minister and our science teacher. They're both young and not creepy, so that's not as awkward as you would think it is. Now, mind you, this van is older than dirt. Probably from the 70s. It's white with our parish name and logo on each side, so our group was dubbed "Team Jesus." Okay, I'm getting side-tracked on how awesome this van is. xD Moving on!
     The tent. Oh, the tent. Here's what happened. My two friends and I needed a tent to sleep in. I asked my aunt if she had a tent we could borrow. She said yes, that she had a four person tent we could use. We get to our campsite. I put up the tent. It's freaking tiny. I called her and she dais to me, "Well, it's actually a two person tent. But we've fit four people in it before!" Needless to say, I was less that pleased with her. Thank god someone happened to bring an extra tent. Double-thank god that they brought a six person tent! Instead of having to use the two-person-could-fit-four-people tent, we got to use a six person tent. It was massive! The three of us had the penthouse suite for the trip. It was a pretty sweet deal. 
     We were all sitting around the campfire after everyone had been set up and fed, with nothing to do. So, our trusty youth minister, Mike, suggested a game. You had to say an actor or actress with a first name that started with the first letter of the previous actor's (or actress's) name. So, if I said "Johnny Depp" the next person would say "Demi Moore" and the person after that would say "Mischa Barton". Relatively simple, yes? Not quite. We failed epicly. Mike proposed a different game. You connect actors or actresses by movies. If I said "Idina Menzel" the next person would say "Enchanted" and then the next person would say "Patrick Dempsy." We screwed that one up too. They say third time's a charm, so we gave it one more go. This time, You just had to connect actors or actresses by the color of their hair. This is what happened-
"Reese Witherspoon."
"Blake Lively."
"Owen Wilson."
"Harry Potter?"
"NO!!!!"
And thus, "Harry Potter" became the answer to everything. 
      Hide and Seek is INTENSE when you're running all over the campsite. Because we had failed at fire-side games, we chose to do something that took less thought. We came up with this game that was Hide and Seek combined with Tag. One person was It, and they would count. Everyone else ran and hid. You had to be in visible sight of the campground, but other than that, there were no limits. That's a BIG section of woods. When whoever was It was done counting, they would go into the woods to find you. If they saw you they chased after you, and the game switched into Tag mode. However, there was no base. So you kept running until you were caught or your opponent gave up and tried to find someone else. Holy crap! It was crazy! I still have the scratches I got from running through thorn bushes and the cuts from falling down a rocky incline as I was being chased. No, I did not pretend I was a NCIS agent, what are you talking about?!?! *cough cough* xDD
     I SAW A BEAR! Ollie WIlliams + Camping + Us = I SAW A BEAR! I SAW A FISH! I SAW HANKEY! (My science teacher's last name xDD )  IT'S RAINING SIDEWAYS! I SLAPPED A CUB!  We had fun with that. 
     We were bored. Brown (one of the guys in my class) was entertaining us with stories of how he would own a bear if he met one. This is hysterical if you know Brown. He is also lovingly called Spazzy. He's a riot, wiry, and just goofy looking. That should help with a mental image. We called Hankey over and asked what you should actually do if ever confronted by a bear (he would know cause he's natureman extraordinaire) . He told us, "Slap the cub. It shows dominance to the mother and she'll take her cubs and run." We completely 100% believed him. It took us about 5 hours to realize that he was jerking our chain. It became another great joke. "SLAP THE CUB!" "But, what if there is no cub?" "SLAP THE CUB!!"
      All in all, I had a fantastic time. I haven't laughed that hard in months. TGFC! Thank God for camping!

 It is pouring. Like, thunderstorm-lightning-flooding-where's the ark? pouring. And I love it. I'm currently sitting on my bed with all my windows open, all the lights off, and just watching the rain. Have you ever just sat and watched the rain come down? It's really an amazing thing. It's hypnotic and mesmerizing, and I now realize that I love rain. Everything looks so green and fresh. And the air coming in my window smells good, and the thunder is rolling all around, and I swear I have never heard a better sound. All the little kids on my block are out in their rain gear and umbrellas. They're puddle jumping. Did you ever do that as a kid? You would run, and jump with all your might into the middle of the biggest puddle you could find, just for the heck of it. You'd get all muddy and wet, and then you'd come inside and take a nice warm shower and slurp down a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and life would be good. Now I'm too old to puddle jump, but life is still good. Life is always good on rainy days. 

 RDA. Possibly the three best letters of my life. Actually, that's not true. But I can say that R, D, and A were the best three letters of my past week. Because those three letters meant that I got to skip school and go dance with my best friends for 3 days! I'm a part of a dance company that participates in Regional Dance America each year. RDA is basically a regional convention where about a dozen dance companies gather together to take classes with famous teachers and perform for each other. I did not get to perform this year, but it was still very exciting for me because one of my best friends, Emma, got to perform. Also, some dancers from our company received scholarships to attend summer programs! Which by the way is awesome because scholarships are hard to get. So, RDA this year was really great. Funny story of he trip: We were all given badges that stated our names in big print, and what company we were from plus our status (dancer, apprentice, or chaperone) in small print. We would wear our badges in class so teachers could identify us. I forgot my badge for Laszlo Berdo’s class, so I just stole my mom’s because she was a chaperone. It was SO funny! Laszlo would correct everyone using their first name, which was clearly printed on their badge. I was working my butt off in his class because Laszlo is amazing in every way, and he shouted, “Good job Kim!! You’re a hard worker!” My name is definitely not Kim. That would be my mother. My director was watching that class and I seriously thought she was going to pee herself, she was laughing so hard. So my new nickname is Kim. In other news, did anyone watch the movie Anastasia when they were little? I definitely did. Emma and I just watched it recently because it was her favorite as well. And you know what? RASPUTIAN IS A CREEPER!!!!! Watch the movie. He seriously is talking about raping Anastasia. Take some lyrics form the song “In the Dark of the Night”. “As the pieces fall into place, I'll see her crawl into place! Dasvidanya, Anya, your grace, farewell! In the dark of the night terror will strike her! Terror's the least I can do! In the dark of the night evil will brew. Soon she will feel that her nightmares are real. In the dark of the night She'll be through! She'll be mine!” NOT GOOD. Also, I just picked up on a reference from the movie that I never picked up on before. Vlad is looking at his forged travel papers. They’re in blue ink. He looks at someone else’s real travel papers. They’re in red. He proceeds to say, “That’s what I hate about this government. Everything is in red.” Communist reference that I just picked up on FTW!!! Okay. I’m done. 
PS: Emma has me hooked on Death Note. It is win. 

 Have you ever had somebody call you and text you every day even when you never return anything and you clearly don't want to talk to them? Some people say that's true love. They're wrong. That's somebody trying to impose themself on you when you've already said your goodbye. That's somebody hanging onto the past and not letting you move foreward. That's somebody who has turned your life upsidedown and expects everything to be okay. That's somebody who can't accept that life means change and is dragging you down with them. That's hell.

This is a really fun story. :] It was rather late, and I was looking for one of he Harry Potter books to read. I had looked all over the house, and I thought that it might be upstairs in the attic. Now, my attic had two sections. A storage area and an area that can be used as a guest bedroom because it has a bed and carpet. I was looked in the bedroom area and couldn't find any of the books, so I peeked into the storage section. Some background information: My father is a packrat! He doesn't throw anything out. Ever. Okay, that's an exageration, but he definitely a fan of stuff. He doesn't like to part with it. So, the storage section of the attic is stuffed to the brim. There's all sorts of random things, and down the middle of the ceiling there are two poles that clothes are hung on. Those poles are dipping because the weight of all the clothes is too much for them. I had never really paid attention to the clothes, but a particular garment caught my eye. It was a black cape, with a red cross symbol on the chest. I had never seen it before, so I took it off the hanger to examine it. It was really kind of cool, so I put it on (It was HEAVY!) and ran downstairs to ask my mom what it was and why it was in our attic. She told me that it had been my grandmother's. My grandpa had helped out a lot with the local religious community and helped our bishop a lot too, so he had been inducted into some  kind of order. (some old-fashioned Church hooplah) He and my grandmother had had to wear capes, his white and hers black, and walk down the aisle of our cathedral for the initiation ceremony. She said that my grandfather's was still up there too, and sure enough when I went to look I found the white cape. That piqued my interest and I started to look through the clothes and see what other interesting things I could find. Oh, the things I found! Thank God my dad never threw anything out, because there was a ton of stylish stuff my mom had worn! I brought down all the fun things I could find, and started to try them on. I had so much fun! Some of the clothes even fit me! And now, once they're taken in a little bit, I'll have a spiffy "new" red dress, a "new" pair of black dress pants, and a great "new" grey dress. I also found a cool black bomber jacket that only needs a new zipper, as well as a long Burberry vest that just needs a new zipper! And (this is the best part!) I'm going to Regional Dance America this year, which I'll probably explain later. Stay tuned. At RDA, there's a big performance and dinner party on the last day. People get very dressed up, and all of the girls gets a fancy dress. The older girls use their prom dresses. I hadn't gotten a dress yet, and I was kind of panicking because I needed to get one soon. But, I found a dress! In my attic! It's a long black velvety dress, with a low square neckline and a "V" back. And it fit me perfectly! My mom wore it probably 20 years ago to some function, and I'm recycling it it now. It's classic and looks awesome. So that would be my exciting story of the night. You should go check out your attic! I just learned that you never know what you'll find.  

SLEEPOVERS ARE FULL OF CRACK-LESS FUN!
 "This is what happens when you keep me up past my alloted sleepless time!" -Emma's wisdom of CRACK-NESS! 
Sexyback(Justin Timberlake)- Are you ready?"No! Give me 5 more minutes!" -Rachel's wisdom of... Rachel.
Also, Emma recently escaped from an asylum where they gave her blankets that were not fuzzy, but in fact made of bricks. Or, that's what she told me. Should I trust her? Seeing as she's slap-happy and VERY tired, probably not. Other random pieces of wisdom from tonight: There is obviously more than one Earth.(Uhm.. don't even ask) Ultra-Rape is different from Super-Rape.(We have a bad habit of raping each other. LOL JK!) As soon as you started to go over your shoulder, I knew it would end badly.(I was doing a backwards summersault. DON'T JUDGE ME!)  I think you're lying. I don't think the camera's trying. I think it's sitting there laughing at us. (I was having issues with my camera) AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! (I had a Tyra!Fail and fell over the back of a chair. Quite lulzy. Like Kutner.)

[   BTW, IMMA CHARGIN MY PADDLES!

o rly?    ]   <---More of Emma's Nightly Wisdom.

Okie Dokie. I'm off to... do something absurd that is undetermined at this moment. See you... Later? Maybe. 

Alrighty. So let me tell you what. I went to see Monsters VS aliens today with two of my bestest friends, Emma and Rachel  And it was the funniest thing I've seen in a while. But only because it was stupid. ( my lovely little rant )

      Well! This is my first post as you can see. And I've got no idea what to ramble on about. So, I'm going to run through the songs on my "On The Go"playlist  on my iPod and put them up. Just so you guys know what I'm listening to in case you feel the need to stalk me. xD (Yes, I do have this many songs on my "On The Go." DON"T JUDGE ME! XD)( My Ridiculously Long Playlist )