tara was feeling classic

so she had some fun

and now she feels good again.

("not /this/ again"
"i can't keep it away!")

andy, i dont have a title thing beside my 'create' button. goodness...i knew i was technically challenged but when i cant even get the title to work...

im not going to bother with telling you all who does this.

1. If you see me at midnight
   Walking the streets
   You'll know it was me for I cannot sleep
2. I will try to explain these feelings that are true
3. Tell me what you think about being open,
   About being honest with yourself
4. i want to save you
   i need you
   save me too
5. You have stolen my heart
6. You don't do it on purpose
   but you make me shake
7. I confess, I{'m just} messed up
   dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around
8. I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late
9. And all these stupid silly songs
   Keep trying to catch your ear
   I'm trying desperately
   It's just so hard to persevere
   And even if you listened
   I never had much to say
   Cause it's the same old song
   I'm written for the day
10. did anyone try to hard
    well I guess I did
    I guess I did alright
    she'll break my heart (x2)
11. isn't it alright
    why cant it be
    just this once alright
    it will be, you and me
12. He says all the right things
    At exactly the right time
13. This is the way that I can't describe anything I’ve felt for a while.
    It’s just a little too much to take.
14. With you, every day is Saturday
    With you, Every word you say is like a song
    With you well, everything is obvious
    Hallelujah, hallelujah
    Well I found you, I found you
    I found you, Hallelujah
15. Out of the doubt that fills my mind
    I somehow find
    You and I collide
16. Look into my eyes as I offer you my hand, my hand
17. But you've already lost
    when you only had barely enough to hang on
18. I just want to take it off of you
19. we're all so young
20. We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same
21. i needed you all the way
    now if you don't mind
22. I'll say it straight and plain
    I know I've made mistakes
    I've always been afraid
    I've always been afraid
23. I'm done, there's nothing left to show
    I try but can't let it go
24. Who will save us?
    This can't go on, without the meaning in the rhyming.
    Can you save, can you save us?
25. Nothing's quite the same now
    I just say your name now
26. Been thinking about you
    And there's no rest
    Should I still love you
27. Well, you're just across the street
    Looks a mile to my feet
    I want to go to you
    Funny how I'm nervous still
    I've always been the easy kill
    I guess I always will
28. I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away
29. Sorry, but I can't just go turn off how I feel
30. remember she asked you
    remember to breathe
    and everything will be okay
31. I don't know anymore
    What it's for
    I'm not even sure
    If there is anyone who is in the sun
    Will you help me to understand
    'Cause i been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
    Maybe you're not even sure what it's for
    Any more than me
32. We're both pretty sure
    Neither one can tell
    We seem difficult
    What we got is hard as hell
33. I should know
    Who I am by now
34. Thinking of winter
    Your name is the splinter inside me
    While I wait
    And I remember the sound
    Of your November downtown
    And I remember the truth
    A warm December with you
    But I don't have to make this mistake
    And I don't have to stay this way
    If only I would wake
    The walk has all been cleared by now
    Your voice is all I hear somehow

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im going to my coooool grandma's cottage now. ill be back on sunday late late at night. hoping to--

• chase down and catch some shut-eye
• paint my shorts..that i couldve spent three hundred dollars on..but figured id do it myself
• talk to my grandma, havent seen her in a very short/long month
• fix up my tan, which is fading with every rainy day
• run
• play on a swing
• read to kill a mockingbird, which i wiiiilll return
• remember a couple things, and unconfuse. dot.
• talking to tracey about the awesome-ness of td. probably more for my enjoyment than hers..i cant wait for her to comeeeeee. she's already setting aside and tossing in little rules 'bout what i can and can not do. cant embaress her (i wont get into details..but i tell you, did she ever.;)), cant ask her to tie my shirt or adjust my tag, or tell me what colour gum is stuck in my hair, cant introduce her to a million and one people, cant hug her exessively (and def. noot in the first couple weeks), cant tickle her, cant memorize her locker combination and use it, cant get her in trouble. man...its a wonder im still alive. but i caaaann still talk to her..so im safe. (8)(8)(8)(8)(8)(8)(8)(8)(8)(8)(8)

love from this home-sick, love-sick, crayon-sick, seeing-sick, art-sick, agenda/calendar-sick, kiss-sick, giggle-sick, definite-sick, definitely sick young girl,
missy lue, missy lue. i love you.

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dreams running through her head, and her he
ad resti
ng on his chest, she smiled at him and he dan
ced with her and they lived happily ever after in a fast forward v
ersion of the story.

love a jewel under stinging nettle, marked with an 'x' and entrusted to another of its kind.
a little bit scarily wonderful.

love,
teej

hey, suddenly i felt regret. (planning on ignoring that), ive learned right? ...right?
right, i learned; waiting it out.
rewind?
how many of you can seperate your mind from your heart?
of those who can, who uses it?
of those who do, why?

aselin debison - to say goodbye to you

Wish I could whistle down the Northern Lights
And send them dancing all across the night
Maybe then when all the sky was blazing
Maybe then I’d feel you somewhere
gazing at a star,
And you could feel me too
as I say goodbye to you

It breaks my heart in two, to say goodbye to you
Wish time could turn us back to yesterday
The gods above would look the other way
Maybe then we still could laugh together
Maybe then it could be spring forever and a day
But I must face the truth and say goodbye to you
It breaks my heart in two, to say goodbye to you

Wish I could whistle down the Northern Lights
And send them dancing all across the night
Maybe then in my memories for saving
One last time you’re on the hill waving from afar
One last glance or two and I’ll say goodbye to you
It breaks my heart in two, to say goodbye to you

love,
missy lue.

tracey is an inch taller than me. timothy is a foot taller than me. im 5'3 and a 1/2. (i grew a whole half inch!)

mi. I'll see him in dreams, he's getting to me - by andy, 'she' flipped to 'he'. (words to haunt)'credit where credit is due'
at 10.00. everyone here was in bed. except for tara...who was originally planning for 10. but then flipped to 10.30. cause she was still typing emails. then she flipped to 11.00 cause of this silly little thing behind her eye and between her ears.
hint to self: if im in bed by 10.00, my head doesnt do that tricky thing called flipping. it flips everything past 10.00 on some days..and past 10.30 some days. does anyone actually count sheep?
im good enough that i can press shift and the question mark key at the same time and still get a question mark. phew!;)

mmi. ever get that thing where the second time everything makes more sense? /i/ get that thing where the second time everything makes more sense. they say ill grow out of it...correction.../i/ say ill grow out of it.
archives are a young girls worst nightmare. i read through all sorts of archives. some on blogs. some in letters. some in my desk. some in my mind. and last but not least, some in my heart. those archives and the past-10.00 thing ...they worked together to perfecte the thing where the second time everything makes more sense.
ctrl.

Besloten Club.

im smiling.
real, live fairytale: a little make believe princess in her real live palace.:
goodmorning. goede morgen.
hey, what's a friend? cause i found myself one and i wanna know what he is.
dictionary says: A member of the Society of Friends; a Quaker.
eh joh(a)n! you never told me you were a quaker! (learn something new every day)

im still smiling.

kunt u dat nog even herhalen?
im still smiling.

**new game: see how close you can get to someone in 3 and a half weeks. then see how quickly they leave.** (i couldnt resist pictures, but i made them small)

'woorden zonder woorden

en we lezen elkaars ergenissen

en naar elkaars gedachten hoeven wij allang niet meer te gissen'

'and we dont have to guess for each other's thoughts because we know them so well.'
-de kast-

still smiling

i know im sick when:
1000+ pictures still isnt half as many as i shouldve taken.
1 hour isnt near long enough
im crawling on the underside of the universe
yes and no both mean yes
pessimism becomes a disease
and im still smiling

im not feeling very creative..but a promise is a promise, so this is what we're stuck with.;)

eh joh(a)n! spelt it right this time ..hehe
love,
tickle joy
;)

from the personal notebook of a sixteen year old Try-Too-Hard.
Inside Scoop.(IS for short) - when writing is frowned upon.

1. waiting for someone to come 'round the corner and let me run to them and they spin me. when: we were staring at the sky and saw a shooting star and he spun me, picked me up and spun me.

2. dont let me be a burden. ta ya and ya.

3. boys are sensitive too.

4. sitting 'round the fire: one's humming, he stops and the other whistles, she stops and i sing. thats a summary of the joy transfered. joy circulated up and around every language {broken} barrier.

5. a tent of any size is an excellent place to write a story. that being said, i have to justify in my mind and therefore on paper why i am two feet from a tent and not in it, writing. three reasons: my tent zipper is broken, im on an anti-anti-social streak, and the sun is finally come alive. (at nearly the same time as i bought my sunny yellow rainjacket, whish is another story, which goes like this: it starts with a little bit...a lot...of pouring rain, and me without a raincoat. when im at the point where my hair is sticking up in little frizzy curly cues, which im told are cute, but which /i/ think are positively revoltin. or maybe not quite that positive, but at least a little bit icky. i run towards the nearest shelter. which just happens to be, fortunetly and quite conveniently enough, one of those log cabins with a red painted sign, that, if you read between the lines says, "i sell raincoats to all the weary and borken hearted, catch me if you can!" while im waiting for the strom to run along, i try on every shape, colour, and size raincoat that this little...big...outfitters holds. of course i despise them all, but as it continues to pour, i become more and more desperate and settle for a bright, but soft, yellow raincoat. i prepare myself for my next, undesired shower, and pretend to scan the tag on the sleeve of my new, /also/ undesired, jacket. the door slams and my head bogs right off the heart of another. the other tells me that in all of the rain, i am the sun in my yellow rainjacket. now answer me this: why is that so reoccuring, but as well, undesirable in amongst all the other lies...or perhaps not lies, but hasty expressions of slow-coming truth?

6. i wandered off, probably in search of solitude. had my head down on the ground but still tripping over the roots as my mind was floating around in a little story of its on. also tripped on a rotten board, hopped around, compared my foot size to the size of the wet foot print on the same rotten board, and pondered on the background of my little story...which i would tell if i could remember the details. then i lost myself on a log, threw away my map, and found peace.

peace is when my head's story ends and when my innocent thoughts of when i lived witout and before certain people in my life and lo ve and hate they brought and before those silly teenage doubts fill my head return. found a pretty something that stuck from the water, then reflected in the same water, creating a beautiful star that im sure the group of seven must have found, stole my thoughts from the future, and my eyes, and painted.

7. call the national gaurd if you bit a lip, breath wakened air past midnight.

8. face it honey, love lies across the ocean.

9. 'say the first thing in your head when you see me.' - snow patrol

10. everyone has their safe topics...which provide the edges of their necessary sheiled. behind the sheild, truth grasps the sheilds handhold. if you're skilled enough, have the proper knights training, you may be able to wiggle the sheild from your opponent and thus be presented with a vulnerable, perhaps cowardly, perhaps brave, child. but no matter how cowardly or brave, still a child. now if you're this childs perfect knight. (step right up) you may even be presented with the opportunity to be elevated high enough to be knighted a safe knight. the childs safe knight.

11. confrontation is the most difficult with:
a)people you dont know
b)people you're associated with through your parents
c)people older than you
d)people who hate confrontation
e)people younger than you

12. T or F. : it's better to accept someone for their faults and accept their faults than to confront them with you "dissatisfaction" ((exaggerated))

13. Tara Joy prefers a:
a)sunset
b)sunrise

14. words without words. woorden zonder woorden - de kast

15. new game: see how close you can get to someone in 3 and a half weeks. then see how quickly they can leave.

eh john!,
tickle joy.

come see tara joy faint at first glance. doors open when you ring the doorbell.