colors of love

The Colors of Love
By Milan H.

Red is the color I turned when Mark Adams first kissed me on the cheek. I said I most certainly did not like him, and he said he could prove I was lying. He knew a special test. By changing colors I failed the test, and he couldn’t stop laughing.

Orange was the color of our fingertips when we finished a family-sized bag of Cheetos. We stayed up all night watching “Star Wars” movies. Mark couldn’t believe I’d never seen a George Lucas film. We didn’t eat popcorn because he had lost his popcorn-popping privileges. He didn’t tell me why; he just said it was a dark day in the Adams household.

Yellow daffodils were pushing up from the ground when he took me to the park, saying we must “celebrate spring.” He brought an enormous red kite, the kind that has a tail with ribbons. As we sat in the grass, he undid the sun-colored ribbon in my brown hair, adding it to the tail of the kite. We ran all around the park to keep our kite flying, the ribbons waving.

Green was the color of Mark’s face after we rode the biggest roller coaster in the amusement park. He’s afraid of them, but he rode it anyway to prove that he was “man enough,” I guess. When the ride was over, he dashed to the nearest trash can, emptying his stomach. So much for manhood. I couldn’t stop laughing. That is, until he said if I didn’t stop, he’d kiss me on the mouth. Barf kiss: gross!

Blue envelopes are tied up with string in a shoebox under my bed. Love letters Mark left in my locker, signed, “Your secret admirer, Mark.” I told him signing his name defeated the purpose of a secret admirer, but he said he didn’t care.

Indigo ink on the palm of his hand where he wrote “I love you.” I kissed his palm, and all of his fingers, before settling on his mouth.

Violet roses I received a week before our anniversary. We never exchanged gifts on that day. He said red ones were overdone. “Besides,” he added, “violet is the color of passion.” He waggled his eyebrows, and I laughed, hitting him lightly on the arm.

The colors of the rainbow are the ties that bring Mark and me together. Growing ever stronger, they portray our love.

poems

Homework, I Love You
by Kenn Nesbitt

Homework, I love you. I think that you’re great.It’s wonderful fun when you keep me up late.I think you’re the best when I’m totally stressed,preparing and cramming all night for a test.
Homework, I love you. What more can I say?I love to do hundreds of problems each day.You boggle my mind and you make me go blind,but still I’m ecstatic that you were assigned.
Homework, I love you. I tell you, it’s true.There’s nothing more fun or exciting to do.You’re never a chore, for it’s you I adore.I wish that our teacher would hand you out more.
Homework, I love you. You thrill me inside.I’m filled with emotions. I’m fit to be tied.I cannot complain when you frazzle my brain.Of course, that’s because I’m completely insane.


Food Fight
by Kenn Nesbitt

We’d never seen the teachersin a state of such distress.The principal was yellingthat the lunchroom was a mess.
It started off so innocentwhen someone threw a bun,but all the other kids decidedthey should join the fun.
It instantly turned intoan enormous lunchroom feud,as students started hurlingall their halfway-eaten food.
A glob went whizzing through the air,impacting on the wall.Another chunk went sailing outthe doorway to the hall.
The food was splattered everywhere—the ceilings, walls, and doors.A sloppy, gloppy mess was onthe tables and the floors.
And so our good custodianran out to grab his mop.It took him half the afternoonto clean up all the slop.
The teachers even used some wordswe’re not supposed to mention.And that’s how all the kids and teacherswound up in detention.

fried eggs

listening to: Into YEsterday by Sugaray


the weather is supposed to go up to the hundreds in a few days. so me and my friends are going to conduct a classic experiment:

if you crack an egg on the sidewalk in the hundreds, will it fry?

it's something that i watned to know since i was 7, so maybe it'll work. i have a huge migrane right now...

i started writing again yesterday. i have a good plot, characters, and names, but not enough patience. :( but i'm still trying.



"Darlllllllaaaaaaaa." - Samntha James, Just Friends

romantic

listening to: Everything by Michael Buble

my guy friend did the cutest thing for his girlfriend tonight. we went to her house, set up all these notes(one leading to another) and it eventually led to flowers, chocolate, and, of course, him. it was adorable!!! :D

and i only had to think of half of it! just kidding.


"If your dumb enought to want to let her go, then she should be smart enough to want to walk away." Taylor W.

new start

Listening to: Fishin' in the Dark by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band



So...

Something is REALLY REALLY bugging me. (*cough*_____*cough*) I need to stop obsessing and thinking about it. I'm officially going to change this situation! I'm going to act like I don't even care about this. A new start. And when I go back in September, the look on their face will say what I've accomplished.

Oh, right. I just woke up, and eating eggs.


"Before you love others, you must learn to love yourself." - Unknown

yay!

Listening to: When Did Your Heart Go Missing- Rooney



today is secret life episode day!!!
YAY!


(this is going to be a super short post because it's on tv at the moment)





"I am me, You are you, and That is that." - Dr. Suess

lovely

Listening to: Your Love by The Outfield


I thought it would be fun to watch gossip girl since the books are ok. It was reallly realllly good. I haven't got on the computer because I had a massive eardrum rupture thing. Yesterday, I slept half of the day because of my ear. But that DEFIANTLY did not stop me from watching John Mayer "Where the Light is" concert on Blu-Ray! Everything about his music is amazing. If you haven't listened to his "Continuum" album, then you have never listened to the greatest music in the century. If your a girl, read Taylor Swift's lyrics. Seriously.

In other good news, I've been succesful in almost forgetting a person that's been bothering my thoughts. I am happy and know that next year will be better than last year. After a few more posts and ALOT more imagination sparks, I'll post something way more interesting than this, so stay, um, reading?: )





"Channel your anger and use it to devise a plan to make things better." -Captain John Smith

Fireworks!

Listening to: Happiness Is a Warm Gun- Across the Universe Soundtrack



Happy Fourth of July!
Every year the neighborhood sets off to my house and sets off stupid fireworks. I got hit in the foot with one of them, so fireworks SUCK. I know they look pretty in the sky and stuff, but seriously, try feeling one of them explode right infront of you and eveyone around you starts laughing until they realize somethings wrong. I'll eventually get used to them, but for this year, I'm watching them on TV.

I found the lyrics to a song I'm in love with and I know three of my friends(*cough*cough*) can relate...




She can't see the way your eyes
Light up when you smile
She'll never notice how you stop and stare
Whenever she walks by
And you can't see me wantin' you the way you want her
But you are everything to me

And I just wanna show you
She don't even know you
She's never gonna love you like I want to
And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible

There's a fire inside of you
That can't help but shine through
She's never gonna see the light
No matter what you do
And all I think about is how to make you think of me
And everything that we could be

And I just wanna show you
She don't even know you
She's never gonna love you like I want to
And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible

Like shadows in a faded light
Oh we're invisible
I just wanna open your eyes
And make you realize

I just wanna show you
She don't even know you
Baby let me love you let me want you
You just see right through me
But if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible

She can't see the way your eyes
Light up when you smile






Yeah. LOVE that song.


In other boring news, my best friend still hates me. Still for no reason.






"Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young."
-A. W. Pinero

Kick Off!

I'm starting a blog because I'm hoping that it will clear my head, and maybe I can post some interesting things on here. So, here's my boring "kick-off!" to my new blog:

My dad wanted us to spend "family time" together, so we went to this place called Incredible Pizza. The pizza wasn't all that incredible, but the games were fun. Apparently, teens think it's cool to go there 'cause there was more of them than toddlers. Ha. We Go-Karted, and of course I got 4th place out of five people.

Kylie's super mad at me for no reason. She's decided to trust all other people over me, her best friend, and believe what they have to say. Oh well. If anyone really wants the details, text me or message me, I guess.

To make this stupid idea of mine to have a blog more interesting, I'm going to put a quote at the end of every post. Hopefully, I'll post often... Oh, and thanks to people who actually cared enough to read this.



"Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are on the top of the tree, but the boys dont want to reach for those ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they get the rotten ones on the bottom that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples on the top think that there is something wrong with them when, in reality, they are amazing. This is why we have to be a little patient for the right boy, the one that takes the chance to find the good, right apple someday." -Anonymous