Crossing names out of address books After showers patter on a closed coffin Just a passing moment gone Putting down the pencil To look at the rain as it shifts Dancing in front of the window As the drops send ripples outward Pirouetting hand in hand with the grass as each petal bends slightly under the weight The water pulling its face down like a tear drop The face turned upward catches the rain Between the lines in your face Catching in the corner of your lips As a smile sneaks its way to your face The rain brushes your face With the tenderness of a lovers embrace Sliding down cheeks so the tears don’t show You face the sky alone With forgotten names rolling off of you Falling into muddied puddles Never to be recovered, never to be remembered Sifting into the soil, becoming part of the earth Like seeds weaving into the ground Returning home from life To the warm embrace of the world’s womb Wrapped in a veil of the earth’s tears From the earth but not of the earth Not yet, for now you rest among the tulips A shimmering rain drop Sending ripples into dreams Into the minds of those who never knew you Dancing with the grass I still miss you I will find you in the tulips in the earths embrace There your name will be written again Not in a book but in stone

For my friends seventeenth birthday we went paint balling at a paintball course over the hill. I had never done this before but it was loads of fun. It had been pouring so the course was totally muddy and I was slipping everywhere as we were running around trying not to get shot. We were on the Jeep course which had a bunch of playground pieces and a Jeep in the center of the course. We were divided up into teams and had to get ready for the fight. ...

Bobbing for apples is one of the funniest games to watch ever. Watching people vainly dunk their heads in water and try to scrounge out an apple is pretty entertaining. That being so, this games is really only entertaining when you can stand back and watch the people getting soaked and frustrated. When it is your turn, it is no longer a laughing matter. The duality of bobbing for apples, fun to watch and torture the people doing it, annoying and frustrating when you are being watched and tortured as you try to bob for an apple. ...

This post has been a long time coming, my shout out of the day today is Philomena! She is one of the coolest people in the world, she even has her own talk show at school called Phridays with Phil. Yes, she is that cool. She sticks with me even in my strangest of times, and loves Rocky Horror as much as me, which is quite a feat, believe me. She has sat with me in Spanish for about the past three years and has gotten me through the full IB years and many golf sessions. Yes, Philomena child, you are a wonderful person and I love you!! See you in Spanish 🙂

To those of you who have not seen Rocky Horror Picture Show, SHAME ON YOU This post probably won’t make any sense because only die-hard fans of Rocky Horror can truly understand other die-hard fans. If you think you understand this post because you watched the Rocky Horror episode of Glee, and that is the only reason you have ever heard of Rocky Horror Picture Show, SHAME ON YOU MORE. Don’t tell me you get Rocky Horror because you saw weird people on T.V. singing along to the words, it is nowhere near the same thing. Take Glee, add more transvestites, more crudeness, nudity and make up, then, and only then, can we maybe start to talk. Let me explain first the long months of hoping and planing that went into us doing this. I have been dying to see the midnight showing ever since I first became a die-hard fan of Rocky Horror. Going to this made my life in unexplainable ways. We didn’t get to go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show on Friday but we were able to get tickets for the Saturday night show which was a huge relief. We were so close to not getting in at all, I would have been heart-broken. But we got in and saw it at last. Failure avoided. ...

Driving through the Arizona deserts and the flatlands around Utah, we found a little turquoise stand amongst precariously perched rock pilings. There were also the remains of an old adobe house, it had no roof, no floors, nothing except for a turquoise framed door and window. This was one of my favorite places that we stopped at during our road trip. It felt like an entirely different world. A place of red sand, monstrous rock pilings, and windows within windows that let us look into this strange alien place. There is something haunting in this forgotten building and the lonely doorway left behind. Looking through those windows you can see the world the way it once was, before grand cities or electronics. Just the simplicity of nature. ...

Tonight my friends and I were going to the midnight showing of Rocky Horror picture show. We got all dressed up, I even had an afro going because I was Magenta. However it was all sold out tonight. So… FAIL We did get tickets for tomorrows show however so that’s awesome! So take two tomorrow, stay tuned for the epic photos of us dressed up.

I have had a myriad of experiences with dogs on my many road trips across the country including this one. This picture really epitomizes Montana for me, a woman pulled into her local post office on a four-wheeler with her big dog patiently waiting for her on the back. Basically, you know you’re in the middle of nowhere Montana when you see people riding around town in four wheelers. It is kind of like how you know you’re in Michigan when you see that tractors are basically the only cars on the road for miles. Let me just say, it is beyond annoying to drive behind a tractor, one you can’t see around it, two it goes about five miles per hour on flat roads. Don’t get me started on up hill roads. ...

I have been having requests to re-post the lemon water rant lately, so why not. This was one of my very first rants and I need to bring back the rants so here you go! There will be more to come. I really, really hate it when at a restaurant they put lemon slices into your glasses of water. It ruins the water entirely. I have four theories as to why someone might commit this heinous crime. ...

Write in Pen He says blandly I look up surprised What? Always use a pen Pencils are worthless He blows out smoke From a drooping mouth Pulled down by age If you want your work To be serious Write in pen All else will be forgotten If it can be erased, It will be erased. I look at the old pencil Sitting in my hands It had grown small And grungy From repeated and relentless use But I always write in pencil I say as I watch His indifference Smirking at me Over the top Of a wilted old newspaper He shrugs Then you will be forgotten That was all he said As he folded his paper Dropped his cigarette Snuffing it out With the toe Of his fancy shoes I told myself to forget him His words meant nothing Just smoke and mirrors From a strange old man Yet here I am writing in pen