Day 20

"It's funny how a tear drop can turn into a heart!"

The messy fun!
The final product!
Today I settled down in front of the computer to work on my homework. Then I turned around and saw Bridget looking so pitiful. She's been bored out of her mind this winter and with me going to school and it demanding so much of my time I think she feels a little neglected. So I canceled my study plans and we made Valentines instead. She insisted on listening to Valentine music so I put on Frank Sinatra but I don't think she was very impressed.

Day 19

So alike yet so different...

With in the past two days I have gotten two text messages from two of my best friends, each one living in a different state. I thought it was funny because these messages illustrate how different each of our lives are. At the same time we have so much in common. The texts are as follows...

Sarah in Texas trying to fight off the conservative Republicans....

"To all my friends in Super Tuesday states....GO VOTE! You don't know how lucky you are! And if you don't know who to vote for then vote Obama! It's time for change."

Emily in L.A. updating me on the bazaar happenings of Hollywood...

"My building is surrounded by papparazzi right now. Britney is in the building."

Britney and Barrack seem to have nothing in common but here they both are taking a little dip. Who would have thought. You never know, maybe they have more in common than we think. You can never predict who you can relate to. Maybe we should all be just a little bit more openminded. Then again....this is why I'm a weirdo magnet.

Day 18

Spoonful of Sugar

Bridget and I have been inspired by Mary Poppins and have decided to have a spoonful of sugar whenever we need a little pick-me-up . It's a new tradition. While her eyes are closed I drop some honey into a spoon then she has to taste it and guess which flower the pollen came from. The rule is that your eyes have to be closed while you taste it. Today her honey came from a "Crispy Daffodil" yesterday it came from a "Pink Rose".

Day 17

We're Planners!

Once a month Bridget and I get together and fill out the calendar for the new month. She's definately a planner it makes her feel good to know what's on the agenda. She reads events from her school newsletter to me (the # of the dates anyway) and if there is a special event she get's to draw on that day. What's on the schedule for the rest of the day? Eating chili for dinner while we play Disney monopoly.

Day 16

Library Books

I'm reading a book called "Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bon's". It's totally a guilty pleasure book and it's actually really good. I was drinking hot chocolate while reading and I spotted a small drop of chocolate on the page and I thought that I must have spilled it somehow while I was reading. When I tried to wipe it off I realized that it was old, somebody else was drinking hot chocolate while they were reading this book. Then it made me wonder who all had read this book before me. I wonder if they did it just like me snuggled up on the couch with a nice warm blanket. Or during the summer time maybe somebody read it while they were laying out by the pool leaving smudges of suntan oil on one of the pages. Each reader leaving there imprint on this book as it goes from home to home. Who knows how many people have checked this book out maybe it was the rude lady that flipped me off while I was driving today and this book is the one thing that we have in common. Who knows. It also made me realize how unsanitary library books are.

Day15

Weirdo.

I think I might have been talking to myself out loud while I was working out today. I don't know, I was just listening to my ipod and in the zone with my workout. My mind was racing and lots of thought bombs were snapping and popping in my head. Suddenly people are looking at me. And this girl kind of smiles at me. I didn't get it. Who knows if I was actually talking out loud. It's a very big possiblity, I can't even read without moving my lips. We all know that I'm a little nutty, it's all good.

Day 14

The Unknown

Okay so I parked the car while I was driving to the grocery store today because I saw the most perfect view of the Denver sky line through my windshield. Bridget and I ran along the side of the road trying to get a perfect shot but for some reason it didn't happen. It just looked really far away and dirty when it was captured on my camera, no where near as cool as it looked to me at first glance. This is my way too long reasoning for using an old photo.

This picture which was taken this past summer actually kind of goes with a poem I wrote. It's called "The Unknown". This poem makes me think of what Bridget will be like when she's a teenager and how I hope she never feels the need to run away from me. After I wrote it I couldn't stop thinking about it. Here it is.

I’m running away to discover the unknown!
Tired of being sheltered.
Tired of being told no.

You’re too young.
That's what they say.
It’s too dangerous!
What if you get lost?

I’m already lost with no chance to explore.
Find who I am,
What I’m capable of.
Tired of being told no!

Oh, I missed my exit.
It’s okay, it’s all part of the adventure.
I’ll take the next exit.
Where does it go?

Destine Beach, that sounds nice.
I feel more alive now.
Now that I know where I want to go.
Destine Beach, that’s where I’m destined to be!

I’ve got my window rolled half way down.
My hair keeps flying into my mouth
and getting stuck to my gum.
I don’t even mind.

I can breathe!
It’s that damp fresh morning air.
I’m freezing.
I don’t even care.

I take a sip of my coffee.
It would make most people sick
Loaded with sugar and milk
It’s more like syrup.

I feel alive!
I just want to scream!
I’m going to scream,
there’s noone to tell me no!

Shit!

I spilled coffee in my lap.
It stings.
It makes me laugh.

I think I can taste the ocean.
I know it’s still far away.
How far?
The sign says 159 miles.

I’ve been driving all night
It’s still dark outside.
They don’t even know I’m gone.
They’ll soon find out.

I left a note.
They’re going to be so mad.
I always do what I’m told,
They still keep me caged up.

I had to break free,
I couldn’t take anymore.
It feels so good to be wild,
I’ve never felt this way before.

I turn up the music and let it blare.
I have all of the windows rolled down now.
Wrappers are flying everywhere.

I can feel the wind rushing through my ears,
in my mouth and up my nose.

I’m passing through a long tunnel
the music is bouncing off of the walls.
The echo makes it sound like I’m in my own concert hall.

I’ve never been to a concert before.
I was never allowed.
They thought I would come back pregnant
or with an addiction.

I do have an addiction little do they know.
To life!
To adventure!
To the unknown!

Is that it?
Is that the ocean up ahead?
It is.
I can’t believe I’ve made it all this way.

I park on the beach,
run up through the sand.
I go to the ocean,
let it lick my toes.

I sit in the sand and bury my feet.
It’s warm.
It’s comfort.
It’s home.

I listen to the ocean.
Instead of the ocean I hear my heart.
It’s pounding.

I didn’t mean to hurt them.
Are they up yet?
Have they found my note?
Are they sad?

I havn't fixed this, it's the first draft that came out. This isn't me its a young girl who has just had her first taste of rebellion, her first push to try to find herself. For the assignment I was to write a poem about going someplace that the character either loves or hates. I had to begin or end it with a question and include a list of concrete items. I also had to mention at least two road signs and an actual place. Tell me what you think.