Showing posts with label chloe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chloe. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

So it's been two weeks. My bad.

Maybe the apocalypse has already happened,
and we're all already zombies.

Fight the norm.








What's funny about life is that the more that happens, the less time you have to write about it.
These past two weeks have been full to the brim, and incredible, and difficult, and incredible.
I wouldn't have changed a thing.

Once I upload more of my pictures from my camera onto my computer, I'll do a post of pictures. They aren't my usual well-taken with a photographer's eye pictures, but they're pictures that help depict what's been happening. So cool.

I'm sick. This is my second day home from school. I'm sick.

I've realized, that he loves me, he loves me the way he loves, not the way I was taught is love, and that almost makes it more real. He loves me. He loves me, he cares for me, I love him, I care for him so much.

We aren't going to sadies together, but actually I'm okay with it. Mostly because I know I'll still have a fantastic time, with my best friends and some of my lone peak boys. I've already asked Kevin, who I adore. I helped Kelsey ask Ryan--I'll put those pictures up too. It's incredibly awesome. It was also my idea.

I love Footloose. I love Footloose more than anything, I love it, I love it. I love dance, I love my dance classes, I love our dances, I love our theme, I love the contemporary. Now if only I weren't missing both these past two days due to whatever my body thinks it's doing. Last night, in my delirious stage, a thought struck me, "the only thing my body is working together on is making sure I'm as uncomfortable as possible," which is pretty true, I didn't have a very great night. But today is better and tomorrow will be best. Actually, Friday will be best. Sushi date. yikes yay we'll see.

So, sorry this isn't my usual writing, this is more blunt and less poetic. But honestly, I can't really think, so I think it's already impressive that I'm able to type. I'll see the world tomorrow.

love always, laura elizabeth.

p.s. thanks for being upset when I don't post for a while, Chloe. It makes me feel very important.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Glee birds fly together.

I love owls.
I love dance.
I love Harry Potter.
I love teddy bears.
I love rainbows.
I love people.
I love mascara.
I love Valentine's Day.
I love holidays.
I love books.
I love clipfolios.
I love love.
I love friends.
I love flowers.
I love light.
I love dolphins.
I love legs.
I love eyes.
I LOVE OWLS SO MUCH.
I love popcorn.
I love cotton candy.
I love carnivals
and bowling
and movies
and
I love taco bell.
I love dream catchers
and costumes
and musicals
and purses
and necklaces
and necklaces shaped like owls.
I love  music and sunglasses.
I love chapstick
and I love pointe shoes.
I love piggy banks.
I love pokemon.
I love scripts.
I love french.
I love psych.
I love outside.
I love inside.
I love butterflies.
I love photo albums.
I love pictures.
I love photography.
I love myself.
I love bobby pins.
I love my family.
I love all of you.
I love stars.
I love the moon.
I love mars, and jupiter, when they are flying above our heads.
I love inside jokes.
I love chloe
and kelsey
and stevie
and trevor and bridger and makenzie and daenen
and megan and courtney
and even maybe jake pace
and I love janessa.
I love pillows.
I love quarters.
I love collections.
I love dresses and rompers.
I love dreaming.
I love typing.
I love birds.
I love animals.
I love owls.
I love fairytales.
I love feathers.
I love fruit.
I love paper.
I love summer.
I love spring.
I love winter.
I love fall.
I love memories.
I love telephones.
I love big words.
I love grammar.
I love hearts.
I love psychology.
I love bare feet.
I love glee.
I love surprises.
I love parties.
I love food.
I love chips and salsa.
I love lips and relationships and weddings
and crushes and boyfriends
and hugs.
I love butterfly kisses and eskimo kisses
and dinosaur kisses.
I love pretzels and goldfish [the kind you eat].
I love water.
I love roses.
I love 11:11.
I love lists.
I love living.
I love life.





Just 111 things that I love, and that was the abridged version.

Love, Laura.

ps. I really love owls.