He's Not Going to Stop Looking

I'm looking for a guy who makes it a habit of living in his head.
Who believes in art, math, and chai tea because he knows the good of them.
Who believes in miracles every time he hears a baby laugh.
He's intelligent in that unassuming kind of way that people can't help but like.
Who never steps outside without a pen in his back pocket and Converse on his feet.
He lets others take pictures while he makes memories.
He attacks life with a smile and a dark sense of humor.

I'm looking for a guy who keeps his promises and his secrets.
Who helps me with my coat and rises when a woman walks into a room.
He doesn't mind wasting Friday nights watching movies
as long as he's sharing a couch and a blanket with someone he cares about.
He isn't satisfied with mediocrity or normality and knows this place will destroy us both
if we stay too long.

I'm looking for a guy who has a sense of adventure.
Who will try anything once and dive in headfirst.
Who is naturally drawn to those people in the crowd who don't seem to fit,
who seem out of place because he knows those are the people with the best stories.
He's cynical about mankind in general yet always rolls down the window
to offer a few bucks to a man holding cardboard that reads
"God Bless."
Who always notices the strangest things
like how all the cars parked on the street are white or
how I play with my necklace when I'm uncomfortable.

I'm looking for a guy who laughs often,
either in short chuckles or loud, long bursts.
He always finds the humor of each situation, no matter how twisted or dark.
He doesn't trust people by nature but no one knows that.
He doesn't see the point in lying but tells the best stories.
Who has a soft spot for animals, though he'd never admit it.
He makes plans in pencil because he knows things always change.

The guy I'm looking for knows what it's like to be in love
and knows it won't answer any questions.
But he's not going to stop looking for it
because he knows nothing else compares.

The Last Three Years of my Life, as Told by Facebook

So This Week...Holy Crap.

Holy crap.

I know it's only been about three days since my last post but it feels more like a lifetime. It's been the last week of classes so school has been basically the sole item on my mind. I've been working on a paper for my Academic Writing class and I really, really like it. It's going to be awesome when it's done. I have two other essays to write; one is due on Monday and the other on Wednesday but I know I can pull it off.

The other way more exciting news is we got another dog! His name is Randy after A Christmas Story. Our other dog is named Ralphie because we got him around Christmas time seven years ago. Randy is a chihuahua/rat-terrier mix and is adorable. He loves to be held and loves to cuddle. I just love him.

The other great news is last night we had our last improv show of the year and it was our best yet! It was so freaking funny! I don't know what made the difference but everyone had lots of energy, everyone was excited, we had great suggestions, and everything seemed to just click. It was a riot. I'm so glad we ended on a positive note.

Well, I know this post hasn't been too interesting but, as I mentioned earlier, school has been the only thing on my mind lately so even right now as I'm typing this, I'm thinking "Crap, I really need to keep working on that paper."

So until next time, Happy Christmas (or whatever other holiday you wish to celebrate.)

Love you.
Mean it.

Because It Wasn't There Before

One of the reasons I love to write so much is the process of creation. I've been thinking about this ever since someone asked me a question on formspring. They asked when I will write my Mormon "exit story." In my explanation, I talk about how that story is told and perfected in my head and it wouldn't be any fun to write it. It would be more like typing it.

When I go to write something, I usually start off with a very small idea or a phrase or even just a word that intrigues me. I start writing and just see where it takes me. I try to get as much out as possible before I begin to self-edit. That process, me typing on my laptop, expressing ideas and emotions through my words, it's the most fun and exhilarating thing I can do. It's a glorious experience to create something that wasn't there before. And once it's all over, I send it out there to be read or ignored or whatever. It doesn't matter either way too much. What matters is that feeling of creation; to look down and see your work and know it's something that wasn't there before. I guess that's one of the big reasons why I write. To put it simply, it's fun.

Another reason is the fact no one can say what I have to say in the precise manner in which I say it. I know that's a bit confusing but think of it this way: if I don't write it, who will? I have my own voice, my own thoughts, my own experiences. If I don't write about them, if I don't try to express these ideas and experiences, who will? Just like with creation I am able to put something out there that wasn't there before. And if I don't create something that wasn't there before, no one will.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is this process of creation is not only fun and exciting but also vital (I'm not just speaking of my own work but creation in general). Everyone is capable of creating something to express themselves. Everyone needs to create. Because if they don't, who will?

Love you.
Mean it.

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Singing

Last night was a birthday party for my friends Mary & Pricila. The evening included playing pool, dancing, catching up with friends, a photobooth, lots of food, and pièce de résistance: Glee Karaoke. I don't watch the show Glee. My taste in television usually leans towards shows where a dead body or two are involved (See Criminal Minds, NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, The Mentalist, etc). And while I am usually opposed to singing in public, my friends worked me over to sing a simple version of "Leaving on a Jet Plane." I only acquiesced because I actually like that song a lot. However, this was before I knew the song "Proud Mary" was an option. Never heard of it? Yes you have. Here's Ms. Turner singing it like a goddess. Mary and Pricila sang it and I had to join in (from the comfort of the couch to the right). And it was then I remembered how much I have always wanted to sing that way.

I've never considered myself much of a singer. I was in A Capella my senior year of high school and was very minor roles in school musicals but that was about it. It never bothered me too much. I never really liked singing musical numbers or pop-ish melodies. But I do have a sincere and lustful desire to be able to sing jazz, blues, gospel, and soul; something with a little attitude and "umph" behind it would suit me just fine. Alas, I am about as white as white could be and wasn't blessed with the most stunning voice either. I know if I had the time/money to take voice lessons, I could train my voice to sing better but I don't see the point anymore. If I found a genie, my very first wish would be to be able to sing like a big black southern woman, full of soul, emotion, and power.

Maybe in the next life...

Love you.
Mean it.

It's overrated.

"I have a lot of growing up to do. I realized that the other day while I was sitting in my fort."