I found out why Trevor apologized. It's because Zak completely bitched him out for absolutely everything that he did to me. The way he treated me the things he said to me. Everything. It was amazing to see how much he has my back. He really is such a good friend. I'm glad I met him all those moons ago ;) back when region dances were cool ;) Sorry I got glitter all over your everything :|
'You can have my silverstein shirt that josh stole. But I'll wear it first so it can smell not like josh.' I. Love. Gettingguysshirts :)))
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Prom prom promitty promity prom :))
Oh stressful amazing day that it was :) we finished my dress like three hours before the dance, but it looked AMAZING :) :) :) Even Zak thought it looked really good :) and my boobs looked like omg :) yehh I saw zak takin a peeksy ;) lol jay kay jay kay ;) he made me feel super pretty even though all I did was curl my hair and have sparkles on :) we took pictures together :) and he even had one randomly just of him :) I love it :)) we ended up just driving around for a long time :) just talking and driving. Ohh the nerdy things we discuss ;) somehow he managed to see my pokemon side and it's decided that we're going to duel :) and I will kick his trash :) and we're gonna play some cod and halo :) once again, trash kicking will occur ;) and we decided that we're getting season passes to trafalga :)) you think I'm joking but we're really gonna do it :) 'Girls like them college boys.' :) yeah we do :) so then we go to iceberg and everyone just stares at us because we look hella good :) and we just snackity snack on some food and then we're like lets prom :) and.. get this: our first slow dance was to you're the inspiration. OH YES!!!! But him (being a complete fool and loser) didn't know the song! WTF?? So I sang to him and it took him back to our region dance days ;) except I'm much prettier now (we alllll know you were thinkin it!) my dress came undone a thousand times :| from the two second glance, our pictures looked pretty good :) at least no blinking this time ;) on the way home I was a little sleepy and I started to say very foolish things, that I don't even remember anymore. I think I agreed to pierce my lip? '(insert name here) LOOK AT MY BOOBS!!!' This statement may have been said a little more than I am proud to admit :| they just looked way good, ok?! After Zak got changed again to go home he was like 'Adri, Kesha is way pretty in that picture!' I'm glad we finally established this :) 'I think I'm sitting on a rape whistle!!!'
I had an amazing time today and I'm so thankful that Zak took me to prom. I feel super bad for slipping up and calling him Eric a couple of times, but he understands. He's a way chill guy like that. He understands a lot of things that most other people don't. I'm so grateful for this kid and I love him so much. with all meh heart. I'm so glad that he's such an amazing friend :) Thank you Zakary <33 you're completely amazing! And you looked absolutely stunningly dashing tonight ;) thank you for giving me such an amazing prom. Finally :)
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I had an amazing time today and I'm so thankful that Zak took me to prom. I feel super bad for slipping up and calling him Eric a couple of times, but he understands. He's a way chill guy like that. He understands a lot of things that most other people don't. I'm so grateful for this kid and I love him so much. with all meh heart. I'm so glad that he's such an amazing friend :) Thank you Zakary <33 you're completely amazing! And you looked absolutely stunningly dashing tonight ;) thank you for giving me such an amazing prom. Finally :)
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Friday, April 8, 2011
Lipstick marks won't break my heart.
Today was absolutely fabulous :) In cosmetology I started the day by singing friday :) and when I discovered that cali and julie hadn't heard it, I forced them to look it up :) 'Megan does your boyfriend tell you how beautiful you are? If he doesn't I'll beat him up. Does he tell you everyday? If he doesn't I'll beat him up.' JayLynn: 'You'd be the perfect boyfriend, Adri!' Megan: 'That's why she's my girlfriend' :) I love them so much :) I discussed with Julie how attractive it is that her son drives stick ;) I think she likes hearing that her son has attractive qualities :)
In seminary I just sat and ate nutella like a cool kid :) I mean cool cat ;)
I sluffed english to chill with Zak :) so worth it :) I had an aaaamazing time :) we went shopping at south towne and that was all great and grand, but then we went out to eagle mountain for a movie night :) but we ended up dying chris's hair instead :) oh and we bought rape whistles :) BARBIE FINALLY SAID YES :))) I want that bridal barbie with all my fetching heart. I wish I could remember all the inside jokes, but I forgot them in my tiredness :) we got matching nintendo headbands :) pictures to come ;)
In seminary I just sat and ate nutella like a cool kid :) I mean cool cat ;)
I sluffed english to chill with Zak :) so worth it :) I had an aaaamazing time :) we went shopping at south towne and that was all great and grand, but then we went out to eagle mountain for a movie night :) but we ended up dying chris's hair instead :) oh and we bought rape whistles :) BARBIE FINALLY SAID YES :))) I want that bridal barbie with all my fetching heart. I wish I could remember all the inside jokes, but I forgot them in my tiredness :) we got matching nintendo headbands :) pictures to come ;)
Thursday, April 7, 2011
I won't let you go tonight
It begins with a song. The song.
You see through a window. The kind of window that's divided into fours. You see two best friends. He holds her while she cries. While tears spill from her eyes, never ending for a second, while she chokes and sputters on her words. You don't hear what she's saying. Just the song. Even without hearing the words you hear her pain. And through her pain you can see his too. You can see that her problem is not his trouble, but her trouble is his trouble. The tears from her eyes essentially form tears in his. He holds her tight while she cries. And while he cries too. Then they're driving. And he holds her hand. While she cries. Shakes her head and cries. You feel the desperation while she shakes her head. The hopelessness. The lost feeling. She knows where she is, where she wants to be, but not how to get there. You feel him promising that he'll help her to find out. You feel his promises. But still all you hear is the song. They're at the carousel. It's dark now. With willow trees surrounding them. A lake beneath them. A peer with the most beautiful tree by it. If I was an artist I could easily draw it from memory. They sit on the carousel. Not on the horses or any of the moving figures. But on the ground. Beside each other. Crying. Together. Her crying becomes so thick that all she can do is shake her head while he holds his arm tight around her. They both know what she wants to do, but he refuses to let it happen. He walks away, just stands by the car and cries. While she sits alone holding the gun to her head. Her left hand feels too empty for her to go through with it. She needs his hand in hers. She cries out for the weakness of not being able to do it on her own. And he hears it. He runs. Faster than he ever has before. And when he reaches her he understands. His sobs become as uncontrollable as hers are. She can't stay, but she can't leave without him. He can't leave, but he can't stay without her. They understand. And laughing now, they throw the ropes over the tree branch. The one above the peer. Around their necks. They look at each other. A look so filled with love that with the tears streaming down their faces, they smile. They hold hands and step off. No struggle. The song ends. With them holding hands, swinging together. Beside the most beautiful tree and lake. You can't help but see the beauty in their strange love.
I don't know why I dreamt of this so many times over the summer. Or why I did again for the first time in months yesterday. But the thing I'm most uncertain about is why you had the same dream too.
You see through a window. The kind of window that's divided into fours. You see two best friends. He holds her while she cries. While tears spill from her eyes, never ending for a second, while she chokes and sputters on her words. You don't hear what she's saying. Just the song. Even without hearing the words you hear her pain. And through her pain you can see his too. You can see that her problem is not his trouble, but her trouble is his trouble. The tears from her eyes essentially form tears in his. He holds her tight while she cries. And while he cries too. Then they're driving. And he holds her hand. While she cries. Shakes her head and cries. You feel the desperation while she shakes her head. The hopelessness. The lost feeling. She knows where she is, where she wants to be, but not how to get there. You feel him promising that he'll help her to find out. You feel his promises. But still all you hear is the song. They're at the carousel. It's dark now. With willow trees surrounding them. A lake beneath them. A peer with the most beautiful tree by it. If I was an artist I could easily draw it from memory. They sit on the carousel. Not on the horses or any of the moving figures. But on the ground. Beside each other. Crying. Together. Her crying becomes so thick that all she can do is shake her head while he holds his arm tight around her. They both know what she wants to do, but he refuses to let it happen. He walks away, just stands by the car and cries. While she sits alone holding the gun to her head. Her left hand feels too empty for her to go through with it. She needs his hand in hers. She cries out for the weakness of not being able to do it on her own. And he hears it. He runs. Faster than he ever has before. And when he reaches her he understands. His sobs become as uncontrollable as hers are. She can't stay, but she can't leave without him. He can't leave, but he can't stay without her. They understand. And laughing now, they throw the ropes over the tree branch. The one above the peer. Around their necks. They look at each other. A look so filled with love that with the tears streaming down their faces, they smile. They hold hands and step off. No struggle. The song ends. With them holding hands, swinging together. Beside the most beautiful tree and lake. You can't help but see the beauty in their strange love.
I don't know why I dreamt of this so many times over the summer. Or why I did again for the first time in months yesterday. But the thing I'm most uncertain about is why you had the same dream too.
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