Passion

Green and brown of life surrounds us on all sides. I hang half out of the saddle as I dodge and slip around the treacherous leaves reaching to slather their itching rash oil onto my skin. I slide back into my saddle never loosing balance as my horse carefully trots down the path slipping past twigs and branches as water flows around a rock in a stream. The end is not of thought, nor is the begining, because this is just about us. We are one and yet two. We are a team once again. THIS is my passion. There is no other word for it. My passion. To ride. Not the little steps and dances that competions ask of us. There is no agility to those. Cross country in the hrose world is nice manicured tracks with brush jumps and ramps. It is not true cross country. It is not the pony express. Its not a boy riding fast as the wind to get to his mother's side. It is not the tale of a knight riding his one true companion to be by his lady's side long hard war. I want to be put through real tests. I don't want to ride for endurance. I want to come upon obsticals and jump them as if I were jumping the moon. I want to push my talent to its limit! I want to show the world what a horse really can do.

Waiting

Waiting paitently beside the phone,
Your call would be the one,
That I long for,
Thus tormenting myself so...

Just to hear your sweet voice again.
Just to know,
I would again feel your sweet body,
And kiss your sweet lips,
Thus feeling your sweet love,
Once a'more...

To know I was your's
And belong to some one,
Because then I knew,
Some one wanted me.
Knowing some cared about me.



I might work with this later... I have no clue though. Ha Haa... I worked on it some more actually...

Day off was yesterday!

Yesterday I had a major melt down so that became my day off....

Pink

When I was little pink was my favorite color. As I got older I changed over to blue. I still have a soft spot for blue but, then I changed to black, and gray is always good, and now though its so many colors. I like pink once more and start to like purple, green is still hiding in the back ground, but the one color I still don't like is orange. Orange is a good fruit and a lovely juice but as a color I can do with out. I don't feel for yellow as much either, but a yellow flower is kinda catching. Red goes with black and i don't mind it so its not that I just don't like warm colors, its just orange is so orange. And Mr. Wilson doesn't like the pink highlighter! He didn't assign it a job! Does he think its not worthy of a job?! Is he calling it stupid?! It is a blonde's best friend but, we all know blonde's aren't stupid! Mr. Wilson is insulting pink and blondes! OMG!!!!

(Seriously thats all a joke but Mr.Wilson seriously didn't assign pink a job in this short story manuscript.)

People

People are evil beings. They hurt each other constinatly and on purpose. Its disgusting how we think we're right and everyone else is wrong. I sound so hypicritical but I don't care cause I hate myself sometimes for this... I love animals for the reason that they are always there for you. No matter what.

Post-Prom

Well prom was awsome! It was alot of fun and I met an awsome girl from falston. Heres the typical life sucks though. I only danced with one guy the whole freaking night and that was a guy I use to like who's girlfriend was the falston girl. He didn't even dance to the whole song with me. It was sweet of him though. My best guy friend I didn't even get to talk to really cause this bitch decided he was her and some other girl's date. When I had been talking to him they had been off doing other stuff and I was definately not impeding them from talking to him. I love him as a friend but thats it. I was not gonna stop any other girl from doing anything with him. So instead of getting kicked out because I probably wouold have gotten into it with the girl if I had told her to bugger off I went off and had a real damper on prom. This is the only prom I'm going to ever have here. I'm moving in two and half months. Five days after schools out I'm moving to Kentucky. So I'm alittle pissed at this girl... Sorry for the sucky post for today but I'm in no mood to write about anything else...

Prom

Busily bustling around like a psyco path trying not to hurt the nails. Can't mess them up they were 35 dollars in the end. Run, run get the make-up, hair, any thing else you need. Make sure you have stuff for spending the night!