Music Prompt.

Now imagine that you're listening to classical music.
And you're teacher tells you to write what you think would be going on while this music is playing.

"Beautiful music, don't you agree my love?" his soft voice filled my ears, making my face turn to meet his. The audience was filled with old people dressed up very fancy like. I was wearing a black dress with a pink sweater. I felt surprisingly under dressed.
"Sure honey. I just feel a little out of place." I whispered back watching his pale lips turn into a small smile. I always felt out of place at these kind of things. But he loved listening to classical music and going to these kind of things. I, too, loved music but I would have much rather spent the evening out in town, doing some Christmas shopping, or even just staying at home listening to classical music and dancing around our living room like fools.
Instead we sat in a very crowed theater that reeked of old people. Everyone was smiling, enjoying sounds of the stringed instruments and main wood wind.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, his lips gently brushing over my ear, making me forget about how badly  I wanted to leave. He took my small hand and placed it inside his large one.
The audience roared with approval as the song ended and he leaned over and placed a very warm kiss on my lips. The classical music filling the back round.

Rain rain.

It hasn't rained it a while. I've missed it.
The smell of rain is the best thing in the world. I wish I was with people who enjoyed it as much as myself. I feel silly standing out in the rain just smelling the air. The wind blowing my shirt around, and my hair. I just feel better standing in the rain.

I don't feel better when it's raining, and I keep sneezing though...
Oh well, I guess I can't ask for everything.

Bleh

I hate going to school. Once I get there it's okay. But the whole waking up process, getting dressed, brushing my teeth, and putting on make up isn't fun at all. I hate that part.
I also hate that my creative writing teacher isn't a good writer. (Ps. Does writing have one t or two ts?) It bums me out, because she gives me advice that I won't use because it's not my style at all. I guess I don't really have a style of writing. I think I'll post some of the stuff I've written here. But not tonight, since I have school tomorrow. BLEHHHH.
I wish Denver was right next door to Wellington. That would make life a lot better. I hate not having friends, and the only friends I do have I only get to see once in a while. Lydia for example, and Mags. It sucks going through high school alone. Saaad.
Only one more year of high school. Hopefully after that things get a little better...
Goodnight bloggers. (:

How about a nice cup of tea.

Mainly, I only liked this picture because you could see the sky in the relfection of the tea.

"Clean cup, clean cup. Move down."

So mainly,

I will be posting a lot of cute, pretty, wonderful, photos here cause that's what I do. Some will be pictures will be ones that I have taken, but most will be some that I just stumble upon.

I miss Drew.. even though I saw him yesterday. I hate saying goodbye, it's probably my least favorite thing in the world. (Right next to change.) I only have to say goodbye for a week, but it still stinks! I wish I was old enough to move with him, and then I wouldn't have to say goodbye every Sunday. Damn him for going to school, and being responsible. I mean really! He should just stay here with me, and that's all he should do. Forget work, school, and all that jazz. Who wouldn't want to spend every moment with my lovely self? He wouldn't go insane at all... (note the sarcasm.)
But seriously, the happiest I have ever been is when he's holding me in his arms. He looks at me like I'm a person, and he tries very hard to understand everything that is going in my life. He actually listens to me talk. I don't think that I've met many people who do that. He gives me advise, and tells me that everything is going to be okay. It's so corny, but it's all true. I love the way he takes my hand and dances with me in the middle of a street, and the way he says I'm beautiful. He's wonderful, he makes me feel better about myself. I couldn't ask for more. =]

Hello there.

Another blog site! I'm just a creepy person who only found out about this site because my dearest friend, Lydia, has one. And now, I want one. Tumblr just caused to many problems but don't get me wrong. I loved having my tumblr account. Great time waster.  (:
And away we go!