Happy St. Patrick's day to anyone who is sober.

Tainted are their lips,
screaming stories of corruption,
stained and burned,
dark and damp.
When left is right and right is left,
upside down is rightside up,
I am still standing on solid ground.
And through their shot glasses,
their long neck bottles,
their red plastic cups,
and their crushed silver cans,
I see the world invert.

they hold the handle of the knife for now

The Snapple Fact on my diet peach tea snapple this morning read: Dragonflies have 6 legs but cannot walk.

Kind of sad, isn't it? A strange mutation (among a strand of thousands call evolution) means their legs don't work and are only meant for landing.

I never liked Dragonflies anyways. My Grandmother calls them "sew-ers" and when I was little, she told me that if I lied, they would sew my lips shut. Now, whenever I see that Truth add where the girl's lips and mouth are sewn shut, I think of Dragonflies and shudder.

In other news, I just found out that my weekends from now on are completely full of spring season field hockey practices. Which, in any other circumstance, would make me happy, but not this time... I hate feeling like I have to choose between my boyfriend and a sport. And really, I don't even have a choice. I just have to follow the schedule; it holds the handle of the knife right now. It just sucks because our weekends are all we have, and now we don't even have that.

Time.

All this talk about lost days,
And the desire to rewind,
When all I want is to fastforward.
But I'm stuck in this anti-time warp;
This slow progression of hours and days, weeks and months.
And inside I feel a spiderweb of time
that has not yet outwardly spun.


Today marks the anniversary of the best day of my life. Ignore the disgusting cliche, but the day you met the person you are meant to be with will feel the same. It's like a deep, filling inhale of cool, summer air, that injects your body with an indescribable warmth and serenity. And it's a comfort beyond any comfort imaginable.

He is one of the many reasons I am ready to hastily grap the remote control and jam the fastforward button on the VCR. And it's to the point where I don't necessarily care if I miss out. I don't need to (nor want to) experience the immaturity and carelessness of college.

So why not just excellerate through the next four years at lighting speed, only catching glimspes of life as they pass?

Perhaps because I would miss out, not on college, but on my life with him... and right now, those moments are all I am really living for.

I may be ready to leap into the future, but I am not prepared.
And I'm not willing to lose those moments in a quick display of random moving frames.