MCR*

i have been failing miserablyyyy at this and would definately be voted least blog-savvy in the frequent blogging popularity contest- sue meee. anyways ive been feelings extremely rock and roll lately so i guess figuratively i could blame my huge absence on an internal tour schedule that has been keeping me busy. so here at a stop between santa fe and india im pausing to update those two or four people that read the first sentence of our blog. how great is life lately? so great. ive been planning a lot of creative things and i feel like spring is leading me back to my happiness. im currently single, the coolest girl you know, and hot like an elusive one of a kind rock and roll mermaid princess im in love with myself............ and the sprakly indigo nail polish color i created todayyyyyyy.

loveloveloveeeeeeee R

ps: MEL, im not sure why this reminded me of you

Dear God,

Why am I so indecisive? I say “God” because there honestly has got to be some divine force making everything in my life come full circle. I knew it would come down to this and I tried to avoid it, but alas I have clearly failed. Indie movies like Garden State gauge for us the invaluable value of relationships, friendships, etc. I truly feel that they outweigh everything else out there, but I can’t escape the sigma of sticking around for the “what has been, what would have been, what could have been”s. It’s downright ironic that my planned, organized life has seemingly come down to one “major” (but not actually; college isn’t as huge a deal as some would like to believe) decision. And I am so indecisive. I’ve weighed the pros against the cons, compared, contrasted, and then some. And I say Self, what do you decide? Guess what? I still don’t know. I don’t understand why I haven’t received some sort of sign aiding in this strenuous process or at least a smack on the head. I know that I am the executive decision maker and all, but I wish that I could take a poll of everyone I know and figure it out. It’s cliché to think, but “you shouldn’t let anyone get in the way of what you truly want.”

Well fuck that. I have no idea what I truly want because the people” in the way” are the very same people who help me figure it out.

Sophomore Streamline

Biology Honors was so difficult that year.

Now that the rules were clear and tangible,

Courtney

and I

would studiously skim a chapter or two,

then run up to the roof, bathing suits

(covered by uniformed soccer shorts)

and all,

bound,

propel,

and

FLOP!

“Just joshing.”

In truth, leaping from such a latitude was thrilling;

Likewise, delving toward the deepest depths of her

in-ground chlorine-crammed pool,

exhilarating to say the very least

After Jump One, we were onto the Krebs cycle

Plunge, onto cellular tissue.

Pencil-formed body dipped in water,

(platonically separated from the Earth’s atmosphere)

and onto some mitochondria.

Until-

An offer to leap from the home’s highest peak?

After some coaxing and recognition of this point’s protruding nature,

bound,

lack of propulsion =

I was going to die.

Down

went my eyes.

Farther down

sank my heart.

“No!”

cried my comrade.

Unwound from a pencil shape,

FLOP!

it went.

Lack of breath,

extensive laughter on Courtney’s part,

anger

as deep as the shade of my frontal epidermis.

I love beautiful days involving little to no homework. And knowing that in an hour or so (or less! or more!), the three of us (plus Kerri!) will be hanging out for the first time since Wednesday is quite endearing, too. I'd say that it's worth noting exactly how awesome a hot shower in the soon-to-be-spring afternoon feels when you have all the time in the world to make it so that you feel wonderful upon leaving...well-the shower. ALSO, watching an episode of your favorite t.v. show-namely, Sex and The City- courtesy of "on demand" (Ah yes, I am becoming a little better acquainted with t.v. jargon these days [actually, only "on demand," because "Sex and..." is the only thing that I watch]) makes you feel great as well. It also feels great to have a "favorite" television show. And Sex and The City is almost as satisfying as a good old heart-to-heart with one or more of my closest friends, which got me to thinking...correct me if I'm wrong here, but I feel as though our lives run in a deep parallel to the show, only in the "teenage" version. Rach and Court, please feel free to elaborate on this verbal vomit and/or disagree. And Rachel, I'll make you a list of music that I like if you decide that you want to do something with it.

Finally, here's just a picture that I really like from my friend's brithday party last weekend (I should seriously invest in a photography class in college because my pictures SUCK...plus my camera needs to be fixed again.):

Aliens?

-Mel

so i finally talked to my philosophy teacher who ive been avoiding litterally fa-eva becuase i didnt hand in the final paper due roughly five weeks ago. he was really cool about it- such a load off. i also got back a paper i wrote for poetry that i got a b+ on even though it is like THE MOST "a" deserving paper ever but im not mad at all im just so happy that like i was able to produce such a good paper even if it only got a b+ whatevaaaaa.

also- at random sometimes for whatever reason when i go to the blog the whole background sayd private content. ughhhhhhhhh im sure i can fix it but its only sometimes so im just not sure if everyone else sees it (embarassing) or not. let me know?

and, finally, i have been on a music binge lately and downloaded somewhere close to 80 million songs this week. if you like music then TELL ME and we can talk about it! yessssssssssssssss!!!!! this obsession has distracted me somewhat from really paying close attention to the blog but, fortunately and really conveniently, i was forced to pay attention to it when i logged on today and had pages upon pages upon seven hundred pages of messages that i had to delete one by one. am i the only person who gets so annoyed with this? but i ove my uber friends and so i wasnt that mad. (but really was actually)

loveyourgirlR