Love

You know, I haven't a clue what love is. From what I have felt, I am "convinced" I know, but I know I really don't. But I can't help it. There is a girl I am infatuated with. She is beyond perfection, but that doesn't really matter. I have a few common interests, but she really makes me lost for words. I have been writing sonnets. Seriously, sonnets. I really wouldn't mind sweeping her off her feet.

I am not sure I know what love is, but the feelings I feel towards her are the strongest I've yet to feel and I can't imagine love being much stronger than this.


And may I say that the female mind is absolutely unfathomable? Seriously, get a life!

It feels good to get this out in the open. If you go through
the trouble of finding out what it says, I bet you will find you
 wasted your time.

Agencies

I guess if I want to get published, I'll have to do it without an agent. For my second novel they'll be flooding my gates. I still need an idea for the first one, though.

Kassie Hamilton

It was my good friend's birthday. She is now sixteen and one of the prettiest sixteen year olds I know. Kassie, happy birthday. You can take a lot of crap (or Gas, I guess) from your two best friends, but know that we love you and always enjoy talking to you. Thank you for being my friend and thank you for spending the time to get to know me. You are a great young woman.

Happy birthday to one of my best friends.

You know, I complain very little here

I bet you like my blog a little. I do. I have stuff that I would like to put up here but don't for the simple fact that I don't want to bug you with whining.

• I could complain about girls (Because teenage girls always look so great but have so much drama. Kind of like a temperamental sportscar). Seriously, why do girls like jerks?
• I could complain about being the only one at home (Having your parents' undivided parenting attention on you is not fun).
• I could complain about girls that are hypocritical (The type that yell for hours after a sexist joke or if I (jokingly) say that girls are inferior to guys then think it is perfectly alright to use the "I'm a girl," card to get what they want). I hate, hate hypocrisy beyond belief. St. Mark 11, for those of you who want to know how Jesus felt on the subject.
• I could complain about my lack of a car.

But in reality, I won't. Because you don't want to know that I am human. My blog is funny or spiritual or nerdy, so drama isn't what I want to make the main subject. Just know I do have normal person feelings. Don't feel obligated to comment to make me feel better because I am fine. Sorry I just barfed emotion. I feel better now.

Happy Birthday to my friend

He was born 203 years ago. What a great man. When we meet again in the spirit world, you bet I will be hugging one of my biggest heroes. I love this man.