With love.

It's been almost 20 days since I last wrote.

Just incase you didn't already know, DC was awesome. Probably the best time in my entire life up to this point.

And I met a boy there.
Or really, I met many boys there, as the ratio of boys to girls was 4 to 1, and there were about 400 people there. So I actually met several boys there, many of which I miss like crazy, since they live all over the country. I also met a girl, Mileysa, who lives in Puerto Rico. I love her to death.

But back to what I was getting at.

I met a boy there named Tyler. He's batshit insane and he is incredibly awesome and he lives in Virginia and I am his girlfriend.

The long distance thing...we'll make it work. It's working so far. The 18th...
I'm making him a box tomorrow with Chelsea. We have to figure out what to put in it. ;D

Now!
For anyone who is interested...
Write a story, or a poem, or SOMETHING based off of the line "and all the pretty hair fell down."
Post it in your blog obviously.
Hell, it can even just be one LINE.
Just...write something.
I'm interested.
I will write something too, and post it once I finish it.
Hopefully I'll post it by next Friday.
But I want to know what you all come up with also...

Well. One thing over.

That went...eurgh.
I'm single. I probably should have put that before the previous line. Ah well.
You get the picture.
I feel...out of it. I think it was the right thing to do, but I feel weird about it. I don't know.
I just feel really out of it and I simply want this day to end already, but at the same time I want to stay up to talk to a friend of mine who never ceases to put a smile on my face.
And I need a smile on my face.
And I need a hug.

DC tommorow.
:/

I don't think I'll have internet access.
This kind of hurts me...

In all honesty, I'm killing time...

All I have been able to listen to lately is Neutral Milk Hotel. Which is perfectly fine with me. I've become obsessed though. Jeff Mangum has to be one of the most interesting people alive. And the lyrics and sounds of every song are so great, not to mention you know how Mangum is, and you think about him creating these songs while he had himself locked up in a room, and you just sit there amazed. Not to mention I think that Neutral Milk Hotel has some of the most interesting fans ever. I feel like everyone I know (I'm not including myself here) who is a fan of NMH is intensely interesting. Even that English guy I met on youtube. I would post some of his poems here, but I don't know if he would want me to, but if you really want to read one, ask me. They are amazing, pure and simple. Well, the POEMS aren't pure and simple, but you get what I mean.

OW! I just hit my head. Argh...

So I was thinking about how I don't write much anymore, and how I feel like I am on the brink of being able to write again. I just don't feel like I've quite reached it, but like I'm close. I wrote something the other day. It's rather terrible, but I'll post it here anyways. It's a song, by the way.

I'm swimming in fantasies
Of death climbing over a
Miserable mountain of
Mystical imagries.

And the skeletons are falling off
Cliffs owned by memories of
The songs that'd been sung
To you, when you were a
Little girl.

You wished you were with me
When I laughed at the magistrate,
Like you wished you were with me
When I gave birth to the giantess.

And you tell me I'm funny
When I sit and play make believe,
And I tell you you're funny when
You act like you're happy now.

You cried when you found the end of
The rainbow. There was gold, silver
And jewelry, but not what you'd
Wished there was.

I followed you yesterday when you
Left them all forever. I was
Too afraid to talk to you,
But I think you felt my presence.
We know you're not old enough,
We know that now you never will be.
I hope that you're happy now.
I'm as happy as I ever will be.

I was listening to Every Planet We Reach is Dead when I wrote that (by the Gorillaz). I don't see how that really matters, but I thought I would mention it. Feel free to comment.

I hate time zones. I really generally am annoyed at the concept of times and dates lately. I know that we need them to function as a society, but aren't they just a little too damn restricting. We wouldn't get anything done without them but sometimes I don't want to get anything done. I wish it was summer or something so I could just have time to indulge in my fantasies. I don't even get mid winter break, because of my trip to D.C. It's very frustrating. All I want lately is to slip into all of those fluid, free-forming, sweet and terrible urges, and instead I am going to a National Youth Leadership Forum on National Security. Taken my present state of being lately (Uta Hagen much?) this might become soul numbing. Thank god for the rather short plane ride where I can pretend and imagine.