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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

during online Civil Procedure class

I love my teacher

i love my class mates

i love the highlighters i use in the text books

i have literally know idea what this woman is talking about...

passing this class is based soley on
how charming my personality is....

because this is greek to me

or latin

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

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I really need to get back to my schedule of updating more often. there are a hundred moments throughout the day when i think "i can't wait to write about this..." and then i never get around to it...

and days later when i think back...it just doesn't seem to shine the way it had on the first day.

class is going.

civil procedure has become the class to dread. our teacher started off by saying that she took an entire semester on chapter 4...and we were going to do it in 2 days


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i started writing that last week. obviously it proves that my posting skills are in need of help.

he's talking to her again.

i wish i didn't know. i wish i didn't look. i wish i could pretend like it wasn't happening...but i've never been that girl.

wade's helping. i wish i didn't know that either.

but birds of a feather...

i wish i could escape this flock...

i wish i was never in it to begin with...

i wish i listened to my own advice.

i wish i knew what i was looking for every time i went looking for something

i wish what i was looking for would just appear without me searching. that they were bold enough to just let me know...at least then...at least then i'd know...

i wish i didn't keep asking for a sign...

i wish i hadn't started all of these as wishes...now i can't seem to stop.

i just want it all. i want my fairy tale and my dream come true. i want you to want me as much as i want you...

and i don't want to worry about it anymore.

and i feel like every time i'm not there...you forget.

i wish i knew what you wanted.

i wish i knew what i did....

i wish things were different this time around...

i wish that wishing...did more....than make me realize...

everything i want

and don't have...

and how much more i want...

i wish dreams came true...

Monday, September 13, 2010

sweet as icing

i have a friend who used to get into the most ridiculous fights with her boyfriend.



tackle each other in the street

pull out a knife

and burn anniversary pictures

kind of fights.

fights that she'd tell me about and i wouldn't know if i should laugh or tell her boyfriend to run away while he could.

they got married last may.

a beautiful wedding where i cried. i wrote about it on here. trying to find the right words to explain how happy i was for them.

and i sat there and remembered when we went to dinner and they would laugh about their fights. laugh about how irrational the other person was. tear each other apart with smiles and then go home together at the end of it all.

i remember when she so simply told me that this was what God had planned for them and they knew it...so regardless of the fights and the misunderstandings...they just knew that they would still be together at the end of it. that was what kept them going...and kept them knowing that the fights were only for today.

i think she's rubbing off on me.

and we've gotten to the point where after its over we can laugh

its taken us years to get here...i hope it stays

we had a good weekend.

its been so long since we've had one. with everything else getting in the way. everyone one. every memory. finally we had a weekend where it just was....


i don't really know what else to say. i just kind of want to wade in this feeling of contentment and avoid any possible clouds. i told him we may as well just talk about our issues...since we both know at the end of the day we're both going to be here looking at each other.

it the simple arrogance between the two of us.

the understanding

that at the end of the day.


we're both coming back....

...and we have no idea why we do...

but sometimes its just ok to now know. i'm ok not knowing.

and i hope that for as long as this lasts. this moment.

that its as sweet as it was waking up next to him on saturday morning. with my niece screaming between us.

the moment he picked her up and walked out of the room to parade her around.

its those little icing days that make things worth waiting for

Friday, September 10, 2010

jumbled together

i've been neglecting you, my sweets. To be completely honest I come on here every morning. I type and type and type and right before I submit i stop and htink about it and press save instead.

i'm a chicken i guess.

or i can't seem to place my words in a way that actually mean what i'm trying to say

everything gets jumbled up...and i get mad all over again. or sad. or needy...or....nothing. just numb and ocnfused and i'm back to not really knowing why i started typing in the first place.

so instead i'll write about something else.

i ordered my books today. late as usual. i had to wait until i got paid, and last pay check went to the vacation that i'm not sure if i told you about or if i saved it to look over later....i haven't quite figured that one out.

i'mleaving in a couple of minutes to go purchase the rest of my books. I actually need 2 for homework and the last ende dup being more expensive on line than the school book store.

i've been thinking a lot recently. nothing new i guess. whenever we play this game and dance this dance. trying to see who will end up with the power in the relationship i start to think.

to think if....

...i wanna do this anymore....

if i want this to be my life

my future

this constant game...

someone asked me what do i love about him. and i said his values. his love- for his family his friends

his loyalty

they said - to who?

and it made me think.

he's loyal to me...in that even constant understanding that he'll always come home. at the end of the day. at the end of the game. he'll always end up on my doorstep with the crooked smile and his nonchalant shrug...

but is it really fair to either one of us. we know we love each other. we know we belong together...but our way of showing that is by torturing each other until we'd rather just go...

just to come back

i'm so tired of making up...

i read a blog today. i've read it before. but i saw something different this time. each time i do...and it makes me realize how needy we all are sometimes. how needy i am for him. and for love and for affection...and commitment...and how needy he is as well

and i know if it weren't me it would be someone else. but for some reason there's something that always brings up back.


and my biggest fear...is that we'll wake up one day

and that


will be


Friday, September 3, 2010

you know its almost fall...

when old friends start popping out of the woodwork. and mornings are darker when text messages come in from strangers bringing up memories of when you once called them friends.

thats seems to happen more often these days...much like last year at this time. when suddenly people i hadn't seen in years became the center of my existence for the few months after graduation where i couldn't figure out where my feet should land.

talking to jemar always makes the world flip around a little. even the first time we spoke, in the middle of a group interview, where i couldn't figure out how i was supposed to answer i looked up and saw a behemoth trying not to laugh at me from across a conference room and it just seemed as if he'd always been there...right on the edges of my stories for year.

we weer good friends simply because we didn't know how to be anything else. and as all good friends we vanish for years simply to walk back in and act as if we'd never left.

::word on the street is that you hate me. but as you know i'm not from the street
so i wanted to ask you myself::

he always gets straight to the point.

he sent a short straight to the point message. he asked questions about things we had once talked about. he questioned my future plans. he asked about my family.

and he never gave me an option to disappear

::you don't have to friend me on facebook. i understand....but please respond::

it took me a couple of hours to find the wording to tell him to never contact me again. the way i had in march and february and december and november.

when he proved to be less of a friend than i needed him to be.

instead i said

::oh the streets...how i love hearing what they have to save about me.
i don't hate you- simply because i don't see you enough to remember to::

i answered his question. i didn't add any of my own. i told him what the streets had remarked about him.

and only inquired once about his dog....

he's that friend that will probably always hop in and out as is convenient for him. like brandon...but...inconsequential in comparison.

i think shared tears make people bond for life.

and though i wish we'd never had those moments. those calls where i sobbed asking him why my love couldn't love me...and he'd tell me the male point of view and tell me to buck up...but would call back two days later to make sure i was ok.

and the day funeral when i first saw his shoulder slump. standing beside the hearse, surrounded by his teammates, but a head above the crowd...i saw a quiver go down his spine....i don't know how i made it to him. i had been almost a block away when i saw him break. the team was crowding around...people were everywhere and couldn't even be seen above the crowd...but i remember making it there and just stopping. and looking at him as he hung his head down. the first time i saw that giant of a man let his chin fall and i didn't know what else to do but hug him.

he told me a year later, laughing, that it felt like a child wrapped around his knees...but i remember hearing him gasp for air between his sobs. his hand covering his face while he held on to me as if a drowning man seeking land...

none of his teammate speak about that day. but i remember it. i remember when i let go turning and seeing other reach out for me. for comfort that no one else was there to give.

i think the sealed our place in each others lives.

that moment.

those moments

at funerals.