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I'm two decades young and live in Sacramento Ca. The love of my life is my dog Hoover. I use to be loud and crazy, some would say hyper all the time. Somethings have happened in my life, I've grown wiser about the choices I make and who I let in. I've risked everything I've had for someone who gave nothing back and I lost everything. Everyday I still carry Hope with me, Hope for anything, and everything. Music and writing are my two passions, I think sleep is so overrated, I'd rather stay awake then not dream.
I believe in love, lust, sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to the perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion, heat and madness. I want it all.
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| This is an after Dinner speech that I helped my friend Colby right for a Speech tournament in 2010, it is a wedding speech from me the maid of honor to Dillon (a mutual friend) and Colby who are getting married. *Tink* Hi...I'm Lorraine...I'm the maid of honor *teeth click* we all know that Colby's amazing all by herself from her hair to her toes, she amazing. So it only right that Colby marries some as equally amazing. -glance at bride & groom- But that didn't happen, so she settled with Dillon. That freakishly tall mutant who corrects everything I say, OVER CORRECTS EVERYTHING I say. But somehow Colby fell in love with him...maybe. Don't give me those looks. She finally took a risk...but not the kind you think, she didn't come out of her shell, she didn't over come her shyness, she didn't jump off that diving board; you know...the little soldier guys...little horsy dudes...those cannon thingies, color coded continents. Basically together they make a pair of amazing nerds. -Glance at groom- You might have won the batter, but you haven't won the war! The first time Colby introduction me to Dillon he seemed to serious for her taste. But then again it was at a debate tournament *cough* like the nerds that are. I knew they were destined to be married, not because I wanted them to be but because of the awkward glances, the inappropriate touching and constant hyperventilation. If I have to hear her -hyperventilate- one more time I'm gonna -look at the bride and groom- roll my eyes and say nothing -smile sweetly-. You know, their first kiss wasn't as romantic as you'd think. She has this dirty little habit of incisively eating sunflower seeds. That she tried to pass onto Dillon. but...it seems he doesn't have her knack for splitting and spitting. The the heat of the moment, while she was attempting to demonstrate the correct tongue position, he choked literally. She didn't bob when he weaved...he actually passed choked. In fact she had to revive him using CPR. Which luckily she knew because he probably would have passe out from lack of oxygen and ended up in the hospital. I know you didn't want me to tell that story, but I did anyways. -Lorraine wink- Though I am very happy to have Dillon in Colby's life I shall forever miss the days where I didn't have to share her. All of our random adventures for coffee to Seattle, paint the sideways red. When I didn't have to worry about her leaving me for someone else -tears up-. At first i didn't like like Dillon character and his lack of abs. But then as time passed Dillon began to grow on me, yet no abs were formed. But not all hope for him was lost I hear hes doing sit-ups now -growl-. Now he takes her on adventures filling her life with a presence i never could -looks down in shame-. you know my beef with Dillon started the first time we all went rafting together. Team left and team right. Or as I call it team left and team sexily amazing. -pop collar- we were constantly battling for Colby's attention. Which I won. After those three days together we came to an understanding -pop neck & knuckle- she 80% mine and 20% his. So here's a toast to the happy nerdy married couple. Who wouldn't be perfect for anyone else...but each other. Though I wouldn't be disappointed if they got divorced, then Id get my best friend back. -nervous chuckle- I love you Dillon! -teeth click- | | |
| I want a boy at least as weird as me. I want a boy at least as smart as me. I want a boy at least as curious me. I want a boy who is speculative, rather than argumentative. I want a boy who I can get alone. I want a boy who will talk to me, and not just leave me stranded with my thoughts, and ponderings of what's in his head. I want a boy who can tell the scariest things about themselves and never doubt their truth. I want a boy who makes me laughs often. I want a boy who realizes that I will not judge him unfairly, and who will return the same favor to me, giving the benefit of the doubt if need be. I want a boy who gets up early. I want a boy who stays up late. I want a boy who does everything on purpose. I want a boy who depends on me, but not for everything. I want a boy who will walk with me past sunset. I want a boy who will go stargazing me, in some woods, or some dark place, where the lights of the city or the suburbs can't reach. I want a boy who realizes that love is positive. I want a boy who isn't scared. I want a boy who loves me. | | |
| I start fights because I need to feel something and you do what you want because I'm not what you wanted. Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to the perfect day. Every smile you fake is so condescending. -everykissyougive I still love him; every second, every minute that we were together I still love. I dont know why I try to hide it or act like I'm over him or that I accepted what he did to me. I'm not, I hurt everyday all day. It just lingers there in the back of my heart not making a big deal about it every now and then its like "hey im still here haunting you." Then poof GONE for weeks, and bang I hit a wall and all I do is sit there and LONG for it to come back to haunt me. I'm a wreck with it and with out it. I still feel the need to text him or call him, to tell him that I miss him. Have you ever long to be loved, not just a relationship, but a connection that you feel and long for but that other person doesnt have it? Well Im there, I've been there since before I can remember. Im not just talking about a boy, its a deep rooted desire that started with my mother. She never gave me the love that I wanted and has pretty much defined every relationship that I've had and it FUCKING SUCKS!!!! | | |
| Im the type of girl who wears basketball shorts to bed, who forgets to shave her legs, who lets her nail polished get chipped till there is none left. Im the kind of girl who wears her hair in a bun cause its comfortable. I dont always know how to style my hair or what make up to wear. I suck at keeping a house clean, I forget to take my dog for walks everyday. I cant really cook all that well. If you send me to the store with the list I will get one thing and nine others not on the list. I am an impulse buyer, I buy things cause they look cute or cause I like the color. Not because its necessarily the best of the best. I stay up too late and sleep too much. I eat too much junk food, and don't care. I want to feel all the pleasures and pains the world has to offer. I fall to fast and take too long to climb back up. I love deep and true. If you love me I will never stop loving you. | | |
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Every time we start talking again, wether it be for like 10 seconds or a whole night I begin too fall for you.
I've loved others and moved on but there is just something about you that wont go away, its hidden in the very back of my mind that still says "I want you" whenever we talk.
I feel 15 all over again, I feel unscripted, unguarded. I can say anything to you and I know that things wont change. You put a little spring in my step and a sparkle in my eye.
The hours or days following our conversation I wonder what it would be like to be with you, and how well we would be together. But then I remember the reasons why.
- You're ex-fiance is my best friends older sister, who I see as a sister as well.
- You're 5 year older daughter with your ex fiance knows me as auntie.
- We've already dealt with a scandal.
- Oh yea, you were a complete and udder asshole to me.
And yet you still bring butterflies to my stomach, I guess now I just have to teach them how to fly information when I talk to you.
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