beneath the milky twilight.

R- it was you and me when peter looks down at the ship with his telescope, and wendy gives him a "my turn?" look. he reluctantly hands over the telescope, but he's impressed by what she says after she gives it the once-over. (see: ock vs. fobr)

J- man oh man i hope i don't mess this one up.
i am looking forward to this saturday so much and yet i'm terrified.
it will be you and me when peter and wendy dance in the moonlight- even if all we get is flourescent and strobes.
a good day becomes a better one when i get to talk to you.

kinda screwed for history right now, but you do what you can i guess.
wishing i could just take band all day.
when i say i hope i dont mess this one up- i kindof mean you too.
i really hope the big hugs,
the secret smiles,
and the across-the-room-glances
make you as happy as they make me.

i don't blame you for being you...

tonight its like flashbulbs going off for some celestial celebrity.
or maybe god took a look at this messed up place and just broke down crying. who knows.
either way i still checked the news to see if the storm was headed your way.
(and since im visiting you sunday, it might as well be right)

didn't win homecoming princess.
i kindof blame you but i kindof can't-
you didn't know it wouldve boosted my self esteem if i won.
and you couldnt have predicted prince charming was going to take the crown- right?
right.
it still meant more than it should have
(andmorethanyouknow)

good god i wish i was...

i got it bad for you. all those stupid love songs on TRL are giving me headaches from all the flashbacks.
got nominated to be homecoming princess but it doesn't feel quite right.
i dont see myself as a princess-type, why should anyone else?
i picture it kindof like an outfit hanging in a closet somewhere that just doesn't fit me right.
guess you could take it in and tailor it though.

you never had the knack for writing that gave me goodsebumps-
mostly you just sounded like a depressed loser.
the pot or the kettle- remind me which one am i?
to someone else: i was genuinely surprised when you said you'd never had a girlfriend. (ialmostaskedtobeyourfirst)
eyes like the forest and a healthy dose of sarcasm.
plus pretty much everything you do is cute.
you could probably be the new trend if you wanted
but i hope that doesn't happen because in a weird way i feel like you're my little secret. kindof like my backpocket bands- nobody knows how great you are.
yet.

just my imagination.

i know it's kinda weird but sometimes i imagine whats going through your head when you write. here's to wanting you keep this alive so i can stay the same.

i've found that i don't want to be loved like in the movies or on the box in your living room.
i want a love like in those motown songs. you know.
ain't no mountain high enough.
(your love keeps lifting me) higher and higher.
my girl.
just my imagination.

that kinda love bascially beats anything else they could dream up for the silver screen.

am i a part of the cure, or am i part of the disease?

"wake up kids, we got the dreamers disease"

i am not ready for this.
closing walls and ticking clocks.
ticking clocks.
ticking clocks.
ticking clocks.
i am not ready for this.

none of the video stores had peter pan so i had to settle for the royal tenenbaums. not incredible. not terrible, per se, just not quite my style. i like the life aquatic much better. i think it's because, in my mind, the royal tenenbaums didn't have that jaguar shark scene- the one scene that encompasses the movie in a gives-you-goosebumps kindof way.


none of us are what we seem.
"somewhere only we know" - keane

an update, of sorts.

id call it an update but there's no one who cares this time around. been thinking lately. why is it so easy for me to open up to strangers or anonymously but when it comes to crying in front of family or friends i have to hold it all in? maybe because i'll never see the strangers again but with my friends i don't want to let them see me as i really am. dependent and always caring what people say about me. ha, i should probably cross 'be a rockstar' off my list.

also i noticed im much less anal with spelling/grammar/punctuation here. normally it pisses me off when people can't spell or whatever but here i kindof want to let my thoughts come out without being hindered by commas and i before e's.

i'm trying to deny it but i want you so bad.
so bad.