Friday, December 03, 2010
What a difference a day makes

Stop this runaway car I wanna get off, I wanna go back If I left you there then I left it all behind 'Cause all I'm feeling now Is the weight of the world bearing down I don't have answers to any of my questions anymore 'Cause I might have been wrong I might have been scared all alone Might have been standing on the top of the world What a difference a day makes, I turned and watched you walk away I might have been standing on the top of the world 'Cause I might have been wrong It's one word and the softest eyes You say wait and I'll go hide If you're still there then you're still all I want Stop this runaway car If we're not that gone then we're not that far If I left you there then I've left it all behind

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Sunday, November 28, 2010
Home Sweet Home

I don't know if I knew how living together would be, or if I even thought of it. We spent every night together before and I thought it would just be the same. But it's not. And not in a terrible way. There is just something different between spending your time together, and calling the same place home. Eating every meal together. Buying groceries collectively, balancing money collectively. Having a bad day, and they are there for you, but they can also be annoying and just make it worse. But it really teaches you what is important. When you first fall in love, you can't see the flaws, and you let so many things go or slide because you are entranced by this perfect, godly creation that is all yours. And living together teaches you to do the same thing but not out of naivette. For the relationship to work, not everything can be made to be perfect, and there are going to be misunderstandings, or not so flattering moments. And that's just how it is. The beauty of a successful relationship is taking the everyday life and making it happily ever after. Learning to take the train breaking down as a chance to explore shady Chinese food. Or taking advantage of a weekend of no obligations. Or turning a fight into a chance to spoil the other person to make up for it. To let some things slide, because you are the closest you can be to this individual and you can see right into them. And if what is in there doesn't make you want to curl up with them in front of a fireplace for the whole night, you shouldn't be living together. It just reminds you to be in love all the time, and remember you have this perfect, godly creation that is all yours.

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Friday, November 05, 2010
Missing perfection

Does a relationship come to a point where something breaks? Where perfection blossomed and laughter grew on trees, and something fundamental to the core of this utopia cracks. It could be an event, a conversation, a weekend away with the girls out of cell-phone range, and a pillar falls or an oar splinters. Land up at the utopia looks quite the same, if a bit unlevel. You convince yourself that you can fix it, you erect scaffolding or constraints, or maybe just a bit of super glue here and there, and continue on. But something else underneath just isn't quite right and you can't put your finger on it. Is there a way to fix it, to make it go back together? Back to before you'd apply math or movies to the relationship. Back before you started seeing the blemishes and judging. Plans fall to pieces, arguments erupt out of nowhere, insult you never had thought of before come flying out of your mouth. The emotional bruises pile up, and yet you're trying to convince yourself that utopia is still standing, that it's not just about to tip over. You have a boring disconnected lunch, and then two. You spend an evening on your computers instead of talking. Sex becomes awkward or difficult to talk about. Something deep and personal comes up, and just when you're about to open your mouth for some consolation, you think better of it and say something cliche instead. You keep asking each other if "you're ok" or if you're happy. Almost hoping that they'll say no, to address the elephant that is the lack of laughter trees and perfection blossoms. Is there a way to fix it? A way to lean to one side and right the state of your shared utopia? Is it in a weekend away together, a good heart to heart, a playing of hero and the maiden, or will things slowly subside back to bliss and simplicity? Or does everything just fade once that column is broken, and a relationship then is only measured by how long someone's will can hold up or how many problems you can address before the whole thing just comes crumbling down. I want to know. I want to know if love can really move mountains.

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Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Dealing

I'm not laying on this couch, but another one. It's cold leathery arm pressed against my cheek. There is a wholesome smell to this room, like old wood and pasta. It is cloudy and raining outside and I can hear the drips on the balcony right outside. I'm curled up in a blanket and I feel the solemness that one feels after crying when the hurt is still there, like a solid form in my stomach. I'm by myself, I took the day off, which is very uncharacteristic. But if there was ever a time, this is it. Lyrics are playing idly in my head "I can't breathe without you, but I have to, breathe..." I'm staring in the direction of the ocean, feeling its waves rushing over me, over and over. I need something to hold on to, something that I know won't go away. I run and grab my very first teddy bear, looking pretty ratty now, and clutch him to my chest as I plop back down on the couch, and I rest my chin on his head. How could he be so heartless? How do people function like that, investing nothing, and feeling nothing? I don't even know what he possibly could have wanted from all of that, but I guess power would be the answer I found. What is sinking in is the recollection of everything I was doing, everything I had done, that was ripping the heart out of someone else. I have to do that, but something is telling me that I'm still being foolish, and selfish. But I don't know how else I can be. So it doesn't matter, and I already know his life will be much less fulfilling the way he is going. A rush of water as a car drives by below. Something about someday wishing you were a better man. There is a luke-warm sense of satisfaction in that. I need to get back to the girl I know, I've been gone for too long now. I need to be back in Moraga, back in the hardware store. Thinking up lyrics when the store is empty and singing when I'm cleaning by myself. The girl who had the biggest, warmest heart for everyone, had an endless amount of forgiveness, and kept a compass pressed close every step she took. Back to macchiatos in the very early morning drenched in wet cold fog. Back to Bianca's sandwiches and York patties. Back to just trying my best with what I knew, every minute of everyday. I don't know why it has taken me so long to realize that the spite and the regret and patched together motives don't make any sense, and that girl in the hardware store is who I really want to be for the rest of my life. "And we know it's never simple, never easy, never a clean break. No one here to save me. You're the only thing I know, like the back of my hand."

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Saturday, April 24, 2010
Seeing the big picture and counting my blessings

I just got off the phone with my big sis because today is her Bridal Shower and I can't be there. I have exams this next week, so it would be too hectic, besides I don't have the money. But just talking to her about the challenges of her master's program and the challenges of law school I realized how great of a friend she really is and how great of an environment I had in southern california, simply by the virtue of the people in my life. There are plenty of people who are fun to be around and who you might have common interests with. But not everyone will always make the right choice in a tough situation, and not everyone will make sacrifices for you and for your friendship when it comes down to the line. But the friends I was around a year ago were the minority group that would make the right decision and really care about me. It's interesting how so much of who you are, and what you're doing in a given moment of your life depends so much on those around you. If you have the right people and the right support and attitude, your productivity, positivity, success and even spiritual health are entirely dependent on that. Since I've been in Indiana I've been having a good time, but there is something that is missing that I haven't been able to figure out. And it's not just friends, but those kind of friends. Friends who would cross the earth for you, friends who put you before themselves, and friends who, just by being present, make you more of the person you want to be. I am a very blessed girl to have those kinds of people in my life, and although they are very far away right now, I want to let them know that they are invaluable and people I want to keep in my life for a very long time. <3

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Finding my way back to her

She's a wild one With an angel's face She's a woman-child In a state of grace When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee He said you can be anything you want to be She's a wild one Runnin' free I think in the midst of finding everything else that I love, I forgot the incredible feeling I get spilling thought and emotion on to a blank page. Whether it be a napkin, a journal, a website, or in the margin of a page I love to see the poetic inner-workings of the brilliant human mind lyrically expressed in writing that can be read and enjoyed and interpreted and appreciated a thousand times over again. I truly believe that the most beautiful parts of your life cannot be as captured in their essence as with written word, free and intangible expression. Better than pictures, better than traveling back in time. You can never piece a moment back together with all the feelings and thoughts and sights and sounds except maybe through a line or two. Hopefully I'm slightly more humble than I was then, and hopefully I can find something to compare to the brilliance of a few of these entries. What I have to share today is a lesson I have learned in cumulative over a good part of my life education. Love makes you a better person. It humbles you, it makes you strong, it makes you confident in the most lovely and humble way, and it makes you a generally more welcoming, honest, and generous person because in real love you find an unparalleled appreciation for those simple things.

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Saturday, April 23, 2005
Jealousy does not inspire true love - ever wondered?

Love as it can only exist in highschool - too be continued

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Monday, March 07, 2005
Plagerism

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.  I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.  I looked upon the Nile and raise the pyramids above it.  I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My sould has grown deep like the rivers.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!


I can do this.  I can play highschool chick with the fake smile and the phony laugh.  I can be nice to her, even be friends with her.  I can goof around with you, when secretly my heart throbs.  I can do all that - If I can know when I go to sleep at night that someday you'll be there next to me~

I believe fiance overrides boyfriend?  It is sad, but this is what comforts me. 


Bring on DVC boys!


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Sunday, February 27, 2005
Becoming a realist

The calm after the storm is almost sickening.  Everything just looking for the most plausible peace - right or wrong.  I miss you like the second half of my heart.  Inertia is the sole foe of true love.  Someday you'll be that prince in shining armor.  But between now and then there will be many nights of stiffled tears.

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Thursday, February 24, 2005
My heart will go on

Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the future.

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I am that school girl who trips in front of her crush - in more ways than you can know.


it seems as if it is a cry for attention
or as if a secret privation to your heart
that only those who read will understand
discovery of u should be genuine and authentic


Music is an act of community
Music fills my life and gives me new hope
On stage people flush with their own power
An expression of emotion in life
Songs can’t change the world, but maybe a room
I want my songs to inspire somebody
Writing is a way to become myself
Speaks for our lives and what we dream to come
In everyday, music will save my soul


   


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I want to live for something bigger than me. I want to be part of something I can feel, but that I cannot explain. I want to feel that power and strength for a cause more noble, and worth more to me, than my life. Something spiritual and something I have suffered to attain. Something rebellious, but something our Lord would smile upon. I want to beat the odds, and feel invincible, not in my own strength, but by the strength of this unity or this cause that motivates me. I want to be able to stare down death with no fear, but only a challenge. I want to make my life worth something to people I don’t know. I want to love with a passion of such magnitude that I will feel satisfied both physically and emotionally. I want to see peace and taste the joy of success in those I trust and admire. I want to know our God and know, but possibly not understand, his power. I want to be proud, not of myself, but of the spirit that has moved me in wondrous ways. In this way will my life be complete.

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Girls lie. They don’t want a guy that’s good looking, or smart, or athletic, or popular. Not even the guy that can play the guitar like he was singing it himself. She doesn’t even want the guy with the sexy voice or the best hitter on the varsity baseball team. This may seem ironic, but we aren’t that vain…just selfish. All a girl wants is to be wanted back. If he wants her, then she will like him. She will care for him like she will care for anyone else. Not because she really wants him, or cares how well he can play guitar; she just wants someone to want her, to need her, and care about her life. And she will learn to love him. Because things are just better when people are happy. Just care how he is feeling – just keep him happy – and he will love you more for it. He is happy with a girl he loves that cares about keeping him happy. It seems right….but it’s definitely not. Keep hope that true love is better than that; that you aren’t selling yourself.

To cover it up, so I don’t have to see it anymore, somehow makes it unreal.

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If – Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

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Did you ever get that feeling when you were little that you knew everything, that right and wrong was so simple, and you had the solutions to everything? You wondered how it was so hard for grown-ups to see how simple everything really is, and that there must be some trick to it, which made the same answers not work for everything. You might have even wondered if, as you grew older, you’d become very dumb and maybe you should right down everything you know now, just in case. In songs and movies you would hear about or see people that made stupid mistakes, and lost the most important things that they had, and you would promise yourself that you would never be that dumb, and always be happy, and have everything that you needed or wanted. And now, not such a long time later, you look back, you realize that you’ve made a couple of the dumb mistakes you said you wouldn’t, you’ve lost something, someone, some part of yourself and somehow you wish time had a rewind button, and you’re thinking, maybe you should have written down everything then.

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Take your time in reading this - so you catch all the bullshit

1. if you had tried to find out who you are and became more confident in yourself, amongst other things, there is no doubt in my mind that i would still like you
2. I don't know how much i like you because im confused about who "you" are.
3. but as far as deeper things go, alot of the things you said werent exactly deep
4. there are other instances in which you have said things that i didnt like
5. i think you need to know yourself better
6. the last thing i would ever want to do is hurt you
7. you are very important to me and very sorry that i have to put you through this
8. but it wouldnt be fair to you for me not to do this



1. i know one thing you want more than anything else is for someone to truly love you
2. you are very self-conscious which i understand you might not be able to control but you need to think of yourself more highly
3. i already know that you are amazing but you dont seem to tell yourself that

what the hell did u expect? u want me to be myself? this is me to the core. see? this is the real Kelsey when she’s broken and crying her eyes out


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