this is the FIRST CHAPTER of a story me and my friend Christine are writing together about this guy named dennis who gets a second chance. a second chance so many people wish they could get-to get the love of their life back. its going to be called "A Love Lost" and so far im the only one whose done any writing, but christine gets to write the second chapter. we'll figure something out as we go along....
Dennis sank into his easy chair while the fireplace cracked and sizzled before him. The flames danced across the logs, dazzling him and warming his body, but on the inside he was cold as ice. His forearm hung over the arm of the chair, another bottle of hard liquor dangling from his fingertips. His attempt to drink away the pain was failing; the sorrow still swelled in every part of his body. In his other hand Dennis pinched a black-and-white wallet photo of the two of them that they posed for in a booth at the arcade. His arm around her shoulders, his lips on her cheek, her sweet smile that showed off her perfect teeth…he knew he didn’t deserve her, and he was a fool for letting her slip through his fingers.
Why didn’t he listen to her? She told him she didn’t feel comfortable. She begged him to turn around and drive back, but instead he kept driving. The most dangerous road in the city to be driving along at night, and he kept going.
Dennis brought the bottle up to his mouth for another swig, and let what was left in the bottle trickle down upon his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed hard and dropped the empty bottle to the floor. Longing for her warm embrace, he ran his fingertips over the face of the picture, recalling the touch of her skin, her lips, her hair…
He blamed himself entirely. He tried to swerve but the pickup was going too fast around the corner to get out of the way in time. If only he had listened to her… All Dennis could think about was how it should have been him. He was the one who insisted on going. She was the one who wanted to go back.
Dennis closed his eyes but all he could see were the two headlights coming at them in the dark. He could still hear her faint gasp just before the pickup collided with her side of the car. Not even booze could wash away the guilt that swallowed him whole, or fill the emptiness inside him that continued to grow every day that she wasn’t there. God knows nothing could ever replace her, or the happiness she brought to his life. Dennis couldn’t begin to imagine how he would ever move on with his life without her, and the guilt of having killed her was unbearable.
But how could he go on? When he was with her he felt like the luckiest man in the world; low-maintenance, less-than-average-Joe’s like him never get high-maintenance, above-average girls like her. Something about her made him addicted to her presence. He was going to ask her to marry him on Christmas eave, even, if he hadn’t driven her to her death four days ago-for days wallowing and self-loathing and couldn’t take it anymore.
Dennis had drunk himself to a point where he could see only one way out. Nothing, it seemed, not drugs, not sex, not alcohol, could relieve his pain (though he had only tried the latter two-booze and hookers-an overdose was impossible since his best friend came over and confiscated all his medication). He lifted himself to his feet and stumbled across the room to the front door of his small home. His rental car sat in the driveway beckoning him. Still he stood there, trying to second-guess what he was doing, but too drunk and too confused and too full of rage to think clearly, let alone care. The thin midnight air made his breath visible-thick puffs of mist from his heavy breathing.
The late December snow began to fall again, continuing to build up on every surface. Dennis clumsily fell into the front seat of the car and made several lazy attempts to stick the key into the ignition. Finally he managed to start the car and turned the wipers on to get the snow of the windshield. He had parked the car facing the road for easy exiting. As soon as the windshield was cleared, he pulled out of the driveway and across the road, right onto the Rosenbombs’ front lawn. But he didn’t stop there.
The car plowed through gates and neighbors ran out of their houses screaming. Dennis made his way to about the fourth house, trying to stay in what his intoxicated brain believed was the same direction he had started out in. He knew where he was going and wanted to get there fast. With nothing to live for and no possible way of ever having to pay for anymore damage he made, he figured he might as well destroy a few more things. He was never a religious man, didn’t believe in heaven or hell, just knew that he deserved to die. Never read the Bible, but still believed in the whole "Life for a life" gig.
Dennis held on for the bumpy ride over Christmas decorations, doghouses and fences as people cursed at the snow-covered Toyota racing across their property. He rolled down his window and stuck his arm outside for everyone to see the obscene gesture his fingers formed. One man stood in the path of the speeding car, hoping maybe it would stop the lunatic behind the wheel, but Dennis just stepped harder on the gas. Realizing Dennis had no intention of stopping, the man jumped out of the way just in time to escape an impact with the bumper.
Up ahead, Dennis could barely make out where the land ended, but it quickly emerged as the car carried him closer and closer tot he edge of the cliff. After all Dennis had just done, he felt a random religious inclination and prayed to God that this would kill him.
As the car toppled over the edge of the cliff and began the five-hundred-and-sixty-six-foot drop down into Balaban Bay, Dennis wished he could somehow go back in time to four nights ago, and do the right thing; keep her alive. Tears started to poor down his cheeks as he approached what he knew was the end. At least he got to spend Christmas eave with his angry neighbors, instead of his girlfriend.
The engagement ring he had planned to give her this very night sat in his shirt pocket. He covered his heart with his hand, the rigid edge of the diamond pressing into his palm through the fabric.
"Stacy…" he whispered.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
rope swing
this is a short story i wrote for language arts back in march. the assignment was to practice setting detail by describing a special place.
We got the news shortly after my tenth birthday. They were cutting down our woods to put tiny houses in.
"It’s a bummer, I know," my dad said trying to comfort me.
"They’re crazy!" I shrieked. "Those woods are part of your childhood memories! And mine! They can’t do this!"
"But they can," my dad said brokenhearted.
"That’s stupid!" I screamed.
"I know," he said flatly.
"That’s just so," I searched for the right word. "STUPID!"
"I know," he said again.
"I HATE this!" I cried.
"I do, too." My dad looked out the living room window at the dark woods and gave a heavy sigh.
I brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes and stomped off towards the front door.
"Where are you going?" my dad asked softly.
"Outside."
"Don’t you want a coat?" he asked.
"My sweatshirt’s fine."
The growing chill of November stabbed at my face as the wind licked my skin. I entered the woods like I was entering a cave. I followed the muddy trail down to the crater, still filled with leaves, all of them rotten and brown. My shoes were completely drenched in mud, but that didn’t matter.
The green, moss-stained rope hung there like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. I grasped the rope with one hand, pulled it in and latched on with the other. I hopped off the edge of the ditch and glided away, a soft breeze brushing my cheeks and blowing lightly through my hair.
I can’t forget this, I thought to myself.
The pendulum slowed ever so smoothly to a stop and I hung there, suspended in time, a lonely child with just a swing. A swing and a tree, soon to be taken away forever. I looked up through the many branches of the maple tree at the gray sky, getting only grayer with every second. Just one leaf remained on the tree, and it seemed as though nothing could shake it off. A tacit deadness fell over the woods. A single leaf floated down, weaving through the branches and sweeping the breeze as it fell. The collection of maple leaves in the crater was now complete. A crow wretched somewhere in the distance of the forest.
I clutched the rope with faint heartache. The English Ivy vines cascaded down to the forest floor like green waterfalls, each drowning in memories of hot summers, of superman, of muddy failures, of rainy days, of young brothers searching for a game to play. The leaves of the ivy pattered with the sudden raindrops. The rain chimed away, bringing music to the patch of woods. This place was mine, this place was ours, they couldn’t possibly take it all away from me; from us.
They took it anyway.
The thick green, mossy rope swayed in the gentle breeze, yet seemed motionless. The gray branches of the old maple tree shook with the coming of winter, but hung lifeless in the frigid, dead air. I examined the branch closely, praying it would not snap on me. My old ripped up tennis shoes sank into the mud as I stood before the ditch. It was filled to the brim with dead maple leaves, all brown and yellow from age now. I could feel the moisture seeping into the toes of my shoes and fidgeted uncomfortably. A small crater about ten feet in diameter and five feet deep at the center lay before me. I reached out with both hands and seized the rotting wood suspended by an equally rotting rope. I reached up high on the rope and jumped onto the small horizontal piece of old branch. I swung on the pendulum, gliding through the air, smoothly. The thick maple branch held, thankfully. I didn’t mind falling off, but if the whole production came down I’d probably come out with some broken bones, that is, if I even came out at all.
This was how I spent my time; swinging hopelessly on a rope swing that my dad and his brothers used to play on when they were little. Being an only child, the woods were where I spent most of my time-especially on the rope swing. But I hadn’t been on it since summer, and who knows what the weather had done to it in my absence. As little as I was something as simple as this was quite entertaining. At the age of six, almost everything is entertaining.
As the rope twirled slowly around I took in my surroundings. The other trees and the vines of English ivy that crept up the trunk of every tree and hung down to the ground, intertwining itself. The gray, luminous clouds above poked their visibility through the cedars and the Douglas firs. Crows cawed at each other in the distance. This place was beautiful. I had to share it with someone.
Nick wasn’t thrilled about the swing, but then again, he never really was. He was more interested in playing superman.
"You are not Superman!" I shouted at him.
"YES I AM!" he screamed. He was a year younger than me, and had way too much rage for a seven-year-old.
"Then prove it," I hissed.
"FINE," he threatened. He scrambled through the dirt to the base of the tree trunk. He put one foot on the bark and grabbed the huge trunk with both arms, lifted the other leg and put that foot on the bark, but both feet slid right down. The bark scraped against his bare shins. He let go of the trunk and fell down pitifully.
"Let me show you how it’s done," I boasted, not really sure what in the world I was doing. I made use of the thick, huge ivy that grew up the tree. It was strong and made good footholds. I edged out onto the branch that the swing hung from and told him to hurry up. He hurried.
"Now," he instructed, "watch me fly."
He stepped out onto the branch that I sat on and looked down at the ditch below us. I saw a look in Nick’s eyes that I had not seen before. He was scared spitless. I let out a repressed giggle and he scowled at me. "Fly already!" I shouted.
Nick swallowed hard and leapt off the branch, grabbing onto some vines of ivy on the way down to slow his fall. He landed with a thud that was hard to miss. I soon followed, but got up faster than he did. He rolled in the dirt wining like a puppy.
"I told you," I laughed. "You’re not Superman!"
Nick wasn’t the only one who I brought to the maple tree. I brought many people, but my favorite was when Jennifer first tried swinging on it.
Jennifer kicked herself away from the trunk of the maple tree with such force that it sent her back into a wall of ivy vines. One wrapped around the base of the rope and pulled the whole wall with it as she swung back towards the tree trunk. Jennifer busied herself with untangling the vine and managed to keep herself from slamming into the tree at full force as well. She mumbled furiously as the vines tangled about her legs.
"Could you help a little?" she wined.
I stepped into the ditch and pulled down on the clump of ivy, a few vines ripping against her ankles.
"This thing is petty cool," Jennifer hummed.
"Yeah…" I sat down on a huge branch that came out of the bottom of a cedar. It was sturdy and had a width that was about the size of your head.
Jennifer had just moved to Bainbridge from Illinois, and she was about a year older than I was. I was 9 years old then, and that old rope swing was still precious to me. Nothing Jennifer said about it was news to me.
"Have you ever stood up on it?" she asked, grabbing onto a few nearby vines of ivy.
"Actually…" I couldn’t believe it! All these years and I still hadn’t tried that!
Jennifer let go of the ivy and grasped up high on the rope, hoisting herself up. She put one foot on one side of the old branch and one on the other. Then she realized she had nothing to push off of or else she might fall. So she put great effort into pumping her legs while keeping her feet on the wood.
"Okay, okay!" I shouted. "Get off! It’s my swing!"
Jennifer swung sideways to the side of the ditch that the trail led from. She hopped off and handed me the swing. I didn’t wait to sit down; I hopped right on the wood and my muddy shoes slipped right out from under me. I slid down the side of the crater laughing. Jennifer laughed, too. I attempted to wipe the mud off of my clothes with leaves, but just ended up smearing it into the fabric.
"Hey," Jennifer said softly. "It’s raining…"
I climbed out of the ditch to stand beside her and tiny sprinkles of moister tickled my frozen skin.
"We could climb up into the tree and stay dry," I suggested. "Or we could go back into the house."
"Lets go sit in the tree!" Jennifer said, grabbing my arm and pulling me down into the crater and to the base of the tree trunk. We climbed up the trunk using the huge ivy growing on the tree as steps. I leaned back against a branch that pointed unusually straight up. It was September so the leaves were just beginning to fall. The tree was sheltered by Douglas firs and cedars so it didn’t matter if it had leaves on it or not, we could still stay dry. We sat there for maybe an hour making up all sorts of weird games to pass the time until my dad came and hauled us off back to the house.
This was how I spent my time; swinging hopelessly on a rope swing that my dad and his brothers used to play on when they were little. Being an only child, the woods were where I spent most of my time-especially on the rope swing. But I hadn’t been on it since summer, and who knows what the weather had done to it in my absence. As little as I was something as simple as this was quite entertaining. At the age of six, almost everything is entertaining.
As the rope twirled slowly around I took in my surroundings. The other trees and the vines of English ivy that crept up the trunk of every tree and hung down to the ground, intertwining itself. The gray, luminous clouds above poked their visibility through the cedars and the Douglas firs. Crows cawed at each other in the distance. This place was beautiful. I had to share it with someone.
Nick wasn’t thrilled about the swing, but then again, he never really was. He was more interested in playing superman.
"You are not Superman!" I shouted at him.
"YES I AM!" he screamed. He was a year younger than me, and had way too much rage for a seven-year-old.
"Then prove it," I hissed.
"FINE," he threatened. He scrambled through the dirt to the base of the tree trunk. He put one foot on the bark and grabbed the huge trunk with both arms, lifted the other leg and put that foot on the bark, but both feet slid right down. The bark scraped against his bare shins. He let go of the trunk and fell down pitifully.
"Let me show you how it’s done," I boasted, not really sure what in the world I was doing. I made use of the thick, huge ivy that grew up the tree. It was strong and made good footholds. I edged out onto the branch that the swing hung from and told him to hurry up. He hurried.
"Now," he instructed, "watch me fly."
He stepped out onto the branch that I sat on and looked down at the ditch below us. I saw a look in Nick’s eyes that I had not seen before. He was scared spitless. I let out a repressed giggle and he scowled at me. "Fly already!" I shouted.
Nick swallowed hard and leapt off the branch, grabbing onto some vines of ivy on the way down to slow his fall. He landed with a thud that was hard to miss. I soon followed, but got up faster than he did. He rolled in the dirt wining like a puppy.
"I told you," I laughed. "You’re not Superman!"
Nick wasn’t the only one who I brought to the maple tree. I brought many people, but my favorite was when Jennifer first tried swinging on it.
Jennifer kicked herself away from the trunk of the maple tree with such force that it sent her back into a wall of ivy vines. One wrapped around the base of the rope and pulled the whole wall with it as she swung back towards the tree trunk. Jennifer busied herself with untangling the vine and managed to keep herself from slamming into the tree at full force as well. She mumbled furiously as the vines tangled about her legs.
"Could you help a little?" she wined.
I stepped into the ditch and pulled down on the clump of ivy, a few vines ripping against her ankles.
"This thing is petty cool," Jennifer hummed.
"Yeah…" I sat down on a huge branch that came out of the bottom of a cedar. It was sturdy and had a width that was about the size of your head.
Jennifer had just moved to Bainbridge from Illinois, and she was about a year older than I was. I was 9 years old then, and that old rope swing was still precious to me. Nothing Jennifer said about it was news to me.
"Have you ever stood up on it?" she asked, grabbing onto a few nearby vines of ivy.
"Actually…" I couldn’t believe it! All these years and I still hadn’t tried that!
Jennifer let go of the ivy and grasped up high on the rope, hoisting herself up. She put one foot on one side of the old branch and one on the other. Then she realized she had nothing to push off of or else she might fall. So she put great effort into pumping her legs while keeping her feet on the wood.
"Okay, okay!" I shouted. "Get off! It’s my swing!"
Jennifer swung sideways to the side of the ditch that the trail led from. She hopped off and handed me the swing. I didn’t wait to sit down; I hopped right on the wood and my muddy shoes slipped right out from under me. I slid down the side of the crater laughing. Jennifer laughed, too. I attempted to wipe the mud off of my clothes with leaves, but just ended up smearing it into the fabric.
"Hey," Jennifer said softly. "It’s raining…"
I climbed out of the ditch to stand beside her and tiny sprinkles of moister tickled my frozen skin.
"We could climb up into the tree and stay dry," I suggested. "Or we could go back into the house."
"Lets go sit in the tree!" Jennifer said, grabbing my arm and pulling me down into the crater and to the base of the tree trunk. We climbed up the trunk using the huge ivy growing on the tree as steps. I leaned back against a branch that pointed unusually straight up. It was September so the leaves were just beginning to fall. The tree was sheltered by Douglas firs and cedars so it didn’t matter if it had leaves on it or not, we could still stay dry. We sat there for maybe an hour making up all sorts of weird games to pass the time until my dad came and hauled us off back to the house.
We got the news shortly after my tenth birthday. They were cutting down our woods to put tiny houses in.
"It’s a bummer, I know," my dad said trying to comfort me.
"They’re crazy!" I shrieked. "Those woods are part of your childhood memories! And mine! They can’t do this!"
"But they can," my dad said brokenhearted.
"That’s stupid!" I screamed.
"I know," he said flatly.
"That’s just so," I searched for the right word. "STUPID!"
"I know," he said again.
"I HATE this!" I cried.
"I do, too." My dad looked out the living room window at the dark woods and gave a heavy sigh.
I brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes and stomped off towards the front door.
"Where are you going?" my dad asked softly.
"Outside."
"Don’t you want a coat?" he asked.
"My sweatshirt’s fine."
The growing chill of November stabbed at my face as the wind licked my skin. I entered the woods like I was entering a cave. I followed the muddy trail down to the crater, still filled with leaves, all of them rotten and brown. My shoes were completely drenched in mud, but that didn’t matter.
The green, moss-stained rope hung there like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. I grasped the rope with one hand, pulled it in and latched on with the other. I hopped off the edge of the ditch and glided away, a soft breeze brushing my cheeks and blowing lightly through my hair.
I can’t forget this, I thought to myself.
The pendulum slowed ever so smoothly to a stop and I hung there, suspended in time, a lonely child with just a swing. A swing and a tree, soon to be taken away forever. I looked up through the many branches of the maple tree at the gray sky, getting only grayer with every second. Just one leaf remained on the tree, and it seemed as though nothing could shake it off. A tacit deadness fell over the woods. A single leaf floated down, weaving through the branches and sweeping the breeze as it fell. The collection of maple leaves in the crater was now complete. A crow wretched somewhere in the distance of the forest.
I clutched the rope with faint heartache. The English Ivy vines cascaded down to the forest floor like green waterfalls, each drowning in memories of hot summers, of superman, of muddy failures, of rainy days, of young brothers searching for a game to play. The leaves of the ivy pattered with the sudden raindrops. The rain chimed away, bringing music to the patch of woods. This place was mine, this place was ours, they couldn’t possibly take it all away from me; from us.
They took it anyway.
Friday, July 10, 2009
i hope you dance.
theres this song by Lee Ann Womack called "I Hope You Dance", and it has possibly the most profound set of lyrics ever written. a book was published in dedicaton to it, with a poem for every line of the song. if i could type up every word of that book for all of you to see, i would, but seeing as how that would take a very long time, i wont. "I Hope You Dance" is todays song of the day, but before i give you the lyrics, i will type up one of the poems in the book. it is about youth, and i really hope you read it.
AH, YOUTH:
Ah, youth...new skin, wide smiles,
clear eyes...the future so bright.
If only we could bottle it, sip it now and again,
and stay forever twenty-one,
forever ten, forever five.
I liked being five.
But I'd also like to think that time and age are like cousins-
they're relative.
Who said you have to go by acutal miles?
If you didn't know how old you were,
how old would you be?
(me, I'm sticking with five.)
I'll even argue
that you can bottle youth.
What you store it in is all up to you.
(I suggest your heart.)
If you can figure out a way to keep
the energy and gumption and fire alive,
you'll always stay young.
And where there's youth, there's hope...
where there's hope, there's wonder...
where there's wonder, there's faith...
where there's faith, there's chance...
where there's chance, there's love...
where there's love, there's music...
and dancing.
and now for the actual song.
I Hope You Dance:
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger.
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens.
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance.
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance.
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking.
Loving might be a mistake, but its worth making.
Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out reconsider.
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance.
Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along.
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder
Where those years have gone?
I hope you dance...
so heres to all you guys, my friends, my dear friends, i will love you forever.
and i really hope you dance.
AH, YOUTH:
Ah, youth...new skin, wide smiles,
clear eyes...the future so bright.
If only we could bottle it, sip it now and again,
and stay forever twenty-one,
forever ten, forever five.
I liked being five.
But I'd also like to think that time and age are like cousins-
they're relative.
Who said you have to go by acutal miles?
If you didn't know how old you were,
how old would you be?
(me, I'm sticking with five.)
I'll even argue
that you can bottle youth.
What you store it in is all up to you.
(I suggest your heart.)
If you can figure out a way to keep
the energy and gumption and fire alive,
you'll always stay young.
And where there's youth, there's hope...
where there's hope, there's wonder...
where there's wonder, there's faith...
where there's faith, there's chance...
where there's chance, there's love...
where there's love, there's music...
and dancing.
and now for the actual song.
I Hope You Dance:
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger.
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens.
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance.
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance.
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking.
Loving might be a mistake, but its worth making.
Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out reconsider.
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance.
Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along.
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder
Where those years have gone?
I hope you dance...
so heres to all you guys, my friends, my dear friends, i will love you forever.
and i really hope you dance.
Natalie
i know i already wrote you an entire page worth of mushy gushy friendly stuff in your yearbook, but theres always room for more, if not the same stuff, right? meehee.
i love your house and i lvoe your trampoline and i miss the childish innocense we had all those years ago, back when we played all those crazy games together. the murder mysteries, the medieval magic stuff, and lest we forget, practicing our silly keepsafe moves. my, my, how time sure flies. you've been my friend since kindergarten, and i hope you will always continue to be my friend, for many, many years to come.
P.S.
your mom is soooooooo cool. and pretty. and nice.
i love your house and i lvoe your trampoline and i miss the childish innocense we had all those years ago, back when we played all those crazy games together. the murder mysteries, the medieval magic stuff, and lest we forget, practicing our silly keepsafe moves. my, my, how time sure flies. you've been my friend since kindergarten, and i hope you will always continue to be my friend, for many, many years to come.
P.S.
your mom is soooooooo cool. and pretty. and nice.
sierra bes
sierra, your last name should end with a t. because you are the BEST. i know ive already given you a billion compliments today, but why not list them all again?
you are an amazing writer, the way you describe everything in perfect detail is so wonderful. you also are an amazing SONG writer. ive only read one song, but it was waaaaay better than anything i could write, and about 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 times better than anything miley cirus has written. its ironic truth and passion were so real and believable. you also smell reeeeeeally good and have really pretty clothes. wish i had as good fashion sense as you do. it all just adds to your beautifulness. er....yeah. it may take me a minute or two to understand what you say because you use text language so much, but you aer still a very fun person to talk to and i miss getting to see your warm smile every day in choir.
love you!
you are an amazing writer, the way you describe everything in perfect detail is so wonderful. you also are an amazing SONG writer. ive only read one song, but it was waaaaay better than anything i could write, and about 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 times better than anything miley cirus has written. its ironic truth and passion were so real and believable. you also smell reeeeeeally good and have really pretty clothes. wish i had as good fashion sense as you do. it all just adds to your beautifulness. er....yeah. it may take me a minute or two to understand what you say because you use text language so much, but you aer still a very fun person to talk to and i miss getting to see your warm smile every day in choir.
love you!
Caitlin.
you. sock. rocks. must i go on? yes. i dont know what id do if i never met you. no matter what you can always make me laugh. i love you sooooo much, and im sure Master Chef and Barbie love you too. you are one of the funniest people i know, and one of the coolest. you know allll the guys, and i am sooo jealous of how they just flock to you. wherever you go you are surrounded by men, holding doors open for you and begging you to let them carry your stuff for you. i wish i knew as many guys as you, caitlin. XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD okay, now lets be serious. hah like thats possible.
even when you are being serious, you make it funny.
i dont know how you do it, but you have all the carisma you could ask for right at your fingertips, and i really do admire you.
and your amazing hair.
P.S.
i still have very softly man hands XD
even when you are being serious, you make it funny.
i dont know how you do it, but you have all the carisma you could ask for right at your fingertips, and i really do admire you.
and your amazing hair.
P.S.
i still have very softly man hands XD
Eric Powell
you are possibly the cutest person i have ever met. cute like a puppy, i mean. you are absolutely adorable, my friend. you are smart, funny, and you play the trombone better than anybody in our grade. especially alex hoover. i am going to miss waterkotte's band class, wont you? some of the funniest things happened in 3rd period this year. i respect you deeply, eric, and i find it refreshing to talk to someone with clean conscience and good morals. you are one of the nicest people i know, and im going to miss fooseball with you and brad after jazz band on thursdays.
love ya, fellow trombone ninja!
love ya, fellow trombone ninja!
Aric Stuckrath
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my goodness aric i am sooooo happy i talked to you that one night because you have been an amazing confidant and advise giver and a very loyal friend ever since. you are so kind and caring and akways consider what its like to be in the other persons shoes before making a statement. you dont judge, or anything. i dont know how you do it, but you are an all around amazing guy. im sorry i was afraid of you and thought you were a perverted freak because your not. you are so funny. and you have a great singing voice and always held down the part for the rest of the guys in choir (plus you rocked that solo in Ticket to Ride) i love you lots aric, and hope to always be your friend no matter what. i also hope that you will always let me connect your zots!!!!!!!!! XDDDDDD
P.S
you have very soft sideburns.
P.S
you have very soft sideburns.
beans
ben warkentin you are a very funny person to talk to and i LOOOOOVE your randomocity. wish youd get online 24/7 like you used to *tear* but oh well. i remember back whenever i was away somewhere and bored out of my mind id send you an email from my moms phone and wed have extensive conversations via email, even though i couldnt chat. thats how you got your nickname XDDDDDDDD
LOVE YOU BEANS!!!!!!!!!!!
i know i can always tell you anything, because you are understanding and kind. you are an amazing friend, and im glad i hugged you so many many months ago, and opened up your sociality (okay, so id like to at least think i had something to do with it).
hope someday you can be "King for a Day" ;)
LOVE YOU BEANS!!!!!!!!!!!
i know i can always tell you anything, because you are understanding and kind. you are an amazing friend, and im glad i hugged you so many many months ago, and opened up your sociality (okay, so id like to at least think i had something to do with it).
hope someday you can be "King for a Day" ;)
Christine
Christine, you are my best friend, even though you are a grade below me, which is quite uncommon. you are the person i have seen the most of this summer, if youll believe that. you have done so much for me, and yet i have done so little, if not nothing in return. i dont know what i would do without you, and i will miss you so much more than you can possibly imagine when i go to the high school. i love all of our two-hour phone conversations about MORTAL KOMBAT, our commercial, remonescing, and sometimes absolutely nothing. your silence is unforgettable XDDDDDDDD. lets take a moment to remember some of the crazy things we've done together (or that ive done and you were there to witness):
there was the first day back to school after winter break, and i got to school earlier than normal, and i had energy to spare, and i saw you there and we jumped up and down like crazy maniacs. unfortunately, the floor was so wet from everybodys shoes and i slipped and my butt hit the bench on the lunch table, slid off, and i landed on my but and hit my HEAD on the bench. ah, good times.
and i remember that same morning on our way to the band room everybody was slipping and sliding all over the place including us and i slipped and grabbed onto you to keep myself up but you slipped too and we both went down. and then we got up but i didnt make it all the way up before i slipped and fell again and pulled you down with me!
im really gonna miss Woodward.
thres also all of our chats with iGod, sooooo funny. lets see, what were some of those quotes again?
"What is good that me do not know what my smoking maybe me should see a doctor ?"
"Thanks for telling me that i am drunk."
"I will tell my botmaster you said I am smoking weed."
"Are you at my house very often?"
"I meant to say something intelligent and interesting."
"Me:
i see dead people in your basement
God:
Maybe you should call the authorities.
Me:
the dead people will eat the authorties"
"Er. eat me is a problem. I suppose that makes sense."
"And it like there in stapler is sharp and deadly."
"Me:
stop it
God:
Ok I will stop sharp and deadly.
Me:
i am not sharp and deadly
God:
I am glad to hear that you are not sharp and deadly.
Me:
are you sharp and deadly?
God:
I don't know whether or not I am sharp and deadly."
"Me:
you sound very tasty
God:
In what way do I sound like that?
Me:
in the way that makes me want to smell you
God:
That was a long time ago.
Me:
i like your clothes
God:
I'm not sure if I like it. Yes I am proud of my clothes.
Me:
do you wear high heels?
God:
Only when I dress up."
"Me:
i will kill you
God:
It will take more than threats to stop me, .
Me:
DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
God:
Wer hat Dir das erzaehlt?
Me:
WHAT?????????????
God:
No problem.
Me:
death
God:
That remark was either too complex or too simple for me. We were talking about AUGH me SHALL DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH."
"God:
That is interesting: said he eats brains.
Me:
I WANT TO EAT YOUR BRAAAAAAAIN!!!!
God:
Interesting. I want to find out more about you
Me:
i think you were created by aliens
God:
Me? I was created by Myself.
Me:
i was created by your dog
God:
What else did he create?
Me:
I LIKE PONIES
God:
I'm not sure if I like it. How old are you? I like Random natural disasters..
Me:
i like sex
God:
So does everyone else. You humans find sex so fascinating."
AND ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUSSSSSSSSS:
"Me:
i am so sorry god but i seem to have killed my whole family
God:
it is not a big deal.
Me:
are you sure? because there are fifteen people in my family.
God:
I am as sure as I can be. Good reason. Where are they?
Me:
DEAD
God:
How did they get there?
Me:
I KILLED THEM
God:
You had better call the authorities.
Me:
I DID
God:
Hmm.
Me:
i am in jail at the moment
God:
Tell me a little about your life in jail.
Me:
well some guys beat me up this morning and i started to bleed from my penis
God:
Interesting. Some may guys beat you up this morning and you started to bleed from your penis, but not all."
"Maybe I can become more sexier."
"Where did you get your god bless me?"
AND THEN THERES ALL OF YOUR FUNNY QUOTES WITH GOD:
"God:
What color are your eyes?
Me:
Nowhere land
God:
That is a very unusual color."
"God:
I do not understand.
Me:
Nowhere land is nowhere so you have to know where nowhere is to know where Nowhere land is
God:
Are they exactly the same?
Me:
yes
God:
I thought so."
and one of my personal favorites of yours:
"A disiprocal me know is a terrible thing to waste."
that is some good advise right there. wise, heavenly, and devine guidence at its very best, wouldnt you say?
i love you christine, you are hilarious, and i hope to see you again reeeeeally soon! i could walk to your house, i mean you ARE my neighbor.....but im too lazy ^____^
there was the first day back to school after winter break, and i got to school earlier than normal, and i had energy to spare, and i saw you there and we jumped up and down like crazy maniacs. unfortunately, the floor was so wet from everybodys shoes and i slipped and my butt hit the bench on the lunch table, slid off, and i landed on my but and hit my HEAD on the bench. ah, good times.
and i remember that same morning on our way to the band room everybody was slipping and sliding all over the place including us and i slipped and grabbed onto you to keep myself up but you slipped too and we both went down. and then we got up but i didnt make it all the way up before i slipped and fell again and pulled you down with me!
im really gonna miss Woodward.
thres also all of our chats with iGod, sooooo funny. lets see, what were some of those quotes again?
"What is good that me do not know what my smoking maybe me should see a doctor ?"
"Thanks for telling me that i am drunk."
"I will tell my botmaster you said I am smoking weed."
"Are you at my house very often?"
"I meant to say something intelligent and interesting."
"Me:
i see dead people in your basement
God:
Maybe you should call the authorities.
Me:
the dead people will eat the authorties"
"Er. eat me is a problem. I suppose that makes sense."
"And it like there in stapler is sharp and deadly."
"Me:
stop it
God:
Ok I will stop sharp and deadly.
Me:
i am not sharp and deadly
God:
I am glad to hear that you are not sharp and deadly.
Me:
are you sharp and deadly?
God:
I don't know whether or not I am sharp and deadly."
"Me:
you sound very tasty
God:
In what way do I sound like that?
Me:
in the way that makes me want to smell you
God:
That was a long time ago.
Me:
i like your clothes
God:
I'm not sure if I like it. Yes I am proud of my clothes.
Me:
do you wear high heels?
God:
Only when I dress up."
"Me:
i will kill you
God:
It will take more than threats to stop me, .
Me:
DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
God:
Wer hat Dir das erzaehlt?
Me:
WHAT?????????????
God:
No problem.
Me:
death
God:
That remark was either too complex or too simple for me. We were talking about AUGH me SHALL DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH."
"God:
That is interesting: said he eats brains.
Me:
I WANT TO EAT YOUR BRAAAAAAAIN!!!!
God:
Interesting. I want to find out more about you
Me:
i think you were created by aliens
God:
Me? I was created by Myself.
Me:
i was created by your dog
God:
What else did he create?
Me:
I LIKE PONIES
God:
I'm not sure if I like it. How old are you? I like Random natural disasters..
Me:
i like sex
God:
So does everyone else. You humans find sex so fascinating."
AND ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUSSSSSSSSS:
"Me:
i am so sorry god but i seem to have killed my whole family
God:
it is not a big deal.
Me:
are you sure? because there are fifteen people in my family.
God:
I am as sure as I can be. Good reason. Where are they?
Me:
DEAD
God:
How did they get there?
Me:
I KILLED THEM
God:
You had better call the authorities.
Me:
I DID
God:
Hmm.
Me:
i am in jail at the moment
God:
Tell me a little about your life in jail.
Me:
well some guys beat me up this morning and i started to bleed from my penis
God:
Interesting. Some may guys beat you up this morning and you started to bleed from your penis, but not all."
"Maybe I can become more sexier."
"Where did you get your god bless me?"
AND THEN THERES ALL OF YOUR FUNNY QUOTES WITH GOD:
"God:
What color are your eyes?
Me:
Nowhere land
God:
That is a very unusual color."
"God:
I do not understand.
Me:
Nowhere land is nowhere so you have to know where nowhere is to know where Nowhere land is
God:
Are they exactly the same?
Me:
yes
God:
I thought so."
"And it like living in Nowhere so me would know is shut it old man."
and one of my personal favorites of yours:
"A disiprocal me know is a terrible thing to waste."
that is some good advise right there. wise, heavenly, and devine guidence at its very best, wouldnt you say?
i love you christine, you are hilarious, and i hope to see you again reeeeeally soon! i could walk to your house, i mean you ARE my neighbor.....but im too lazy ^____^
sweety XD
the next few posts will be dedicated to my amazing friends. i love you guys, your friendship means everything to me.
i shall start with ryan.
if you had a yearbook, i probably would have outdone all the other yearbooks i signed, and written two pages of mushy crap to you. thankfully, you didnt, because then lilly's pen would have run out of ink before i finished. it actually ended up running out of ink anyway so i couldnt use it on the last day of school, but anyway thats beside the point and doesnt really matter i dont know why i started talking about it in the first place. IN ANY CASE. i love you soooooo soooo sooo much, but you already know that. i may not send you a bajillion hearts and smilie faces, but that doesnt mean i dont love you. getting to know you this year has been lots of fun, and if it werent for you i probably never would have started playing fooseball at every lunch like did. i actually grew addicted to it, even though im not very good at it at all XP its just so unbelievably fun! but thats getting off topic again. anyways. you are an amazing and fun person to be around, and i am so lucky to know you. i miss you lots! blah blah blah, your my boyfriend, yada yada yada, i havent forgotten. i just wish i could see you more than never.
in case i havent told you, i love you lots!
xxooXoOx
(kiss kiss hug hug BIG KISS little hug BIG HUG little kiss-yes its from nacho libre dont ask my why i said it.)
i shall start with ryan.
if you had a yearbook, i probably would have outdone all the other yearbooks i signed, and written two pages of mushy crap to you. thankfully, you didnt, because then lilly's pen would have run out of ink before i finished. it actually ended up running out of ink anyway so i couldnt use it on the last day of school, but anyway thats beside the point and doesnt really matter i dont know why i started talking about it in the first place. IN ANY CASE. i love you soooooo soooo sooo much, but you already know that. i may not send you a bajillion hearts and smilie faces, but that doesnt mean i dont love you. getting to know you this year has been lots of fun, and if it werent for you i probably never would have started playing fooseball at every lunch like did. i actually grew addicted to it, even though im not very good at it at all XP its just so unbelievably fun! but thats getting off topic again. anyways. you are an amazing and fun person to be around, and i am so lucky to know you. i miss you lots! blah blah blah, your my boyfriend, yada yada yada, i havent forgotten. i just wish i could see you more than never.
in case i havent told you, i love you lots!
xxooXoOx
(kiss kiss hug hug BIG KISS little hug BIG HUG little kiss-yes its from nacho libre dont ask my why i said it.)
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