Thursday, May 24, 2012

A Final [for English] [but me, too]

The Spots of a Leopard
How many fireflies does it take
To fill a mason jar?
I don’t have any fireflies
I don’t have any jars
But how many, hypothetically?

How many stars could you count
In only one hour?
I don’t have the eyes
I don’t have the time
But how many, hypothetically?

How many pages would it take
To fill up a life?
I don’t have the books
I don’t have the days
But how many, hypothetically?

How many hours does it take
To love and let go?
I don’t have the chances
I don’t have the patience
But how many, hypothetically?

And How much love does it take
To fill up a heart?
Literally,
It stays the same size,
Theoretically,
It’ll never stop growing,
How does it fit?
Hypothetically,
How will
It
Fit?
*




In other words,

Nothing can always be easy,

and I still love you.

So that's hilarious.


love always, laura elizabeth.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Breaking: the Ups and Downs.

I was unwritten of, I was unthought of, even by myself. Who does that?





And we were more, more than the meanest ghost, more than a spirit, more than alive,
now, with Harry Potter running through my head like a song usually is,
I hope to God it was the right choice,
because oh I miss him now and I'm going through the breaking blues,
the break ups and the break downs,
I've had both in the past couple days.
I'm terrified,
I'm terrified.
I'm terrified I'm moving into a new stage that's going to get me into a lot of trouble with myself,
a stage of something I'm not but others might make me into,
but maybe it's good and maybe it's time I throw caution to the winds and not care,
I'm just terrified I'm making a mistake.
I was safe, I am not now.
But, as a favorite quote goes,
A ship is safe in the harbor, but that's not why ships were built.
So...
I guess that's it,
I promise everything won't be about this,
I just can't get all the music out of my head,
I can't get the images out,
The glow in the dark stars so precariously put up
sitting in the trash,
the half eaten box of chocolates guiltily sitting on a headstand,
I see them every night like I see your locket in the morning and through the day,
hold on to me but also let me go.
The moments stolen that are rushing back and with a vengeance.
I was safe, now I'm not, but I wasn't built to be safe, I was built to have life,
what if life is him?
I knew it, you knew it (I thought), we all knew it was coming,
but maybe you didn't after all,
but you'll be fine,
you already have three new girls to take out,
and more coming,
and I have a new life coming up whether it's right or wrong,
we'll see how it goes.
Yes I miss you,
and yes I miss you too,
And I love the both of you and I don't intend to let either of you go,
But grips might have to be loosened,
I'm a ship built to sail and I'm going someplace new and
I'm terrified.
I'm terrified.
But I'll be okay and if I get lost, I'll find myself again someday.
Maybe this is what I need?

Thanks for everyone's support. I love you all and you mean so much to me.
love always, laura elizabeth.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Pursuit of Happiness.

That's it, then.







I guess what I'm saying is, the wallpaper of my phone has been changed, the heart's taken off his name. I spent homework Tuesday with Justyn and her friends and got a ride home with Marley.
It was clean, naturally, I'd have expected nothing less from the two of us. It's probably my fault, but it's probably both of our faults, but actually it's no one's fault that we aren't right for each other, who knows why I insist on still wearing the locket every day?
I know it was right, it just comes and goes, like "Oh I'll be fine, I'm great, I have people and happiness" then "Oh did I just make a huge mistake" to my heart still jumping in my throat when his name pops up anywhere. But it's only been a day, after all, that's to be expected, even when I most brought it on, even though it's probably my fault.
"So, what's up?"
"Oh, just the unusual."
I guess what I'm really saying is, even the cleanest break up can hurt like hell.
but, it's fine.
--laura elizabeth.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Life and Love: an examination.

"But why ever would you say you wouldn't talk to me even if you wanted to?"
"Because even I have to make hardships for myself sometimes."






"So you're saying it's going to be a hard week?"
"No, it's going to be good. It's going to be a very, very good week."
"Why so good?"
"Because it's when you're doing what you love that you'll remember most, and it's what you remember that'll make you happy in life."

"Mom, what's the point in life?"
"Tate, I don't think I can answer that."
"Why not?"
"The point of life is something each individual person has to find for his or herself."

I've examined life, I've examined love, I've looked at pictures and memorized lines and read a play and found new style and biked a bit, but that doesn't mean I've seen anything yet, does it? It doesn't mean I've learned anything important, does it? It doesn't mean it's ever going to be time to give up, does it?
Does it?

love always, laura elizabeth.

post script: YOLO. ...SLIHYWT.
(you only live once, so live it how you want to.)


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Time block.

Time Block (n): Refers to a long absence in between blog posts, not due to lack of things to write about, but to the amount of time in a day.

...And I doubt I'll ever let myself slow my life down to get over it. Sorry, those who say they diligently check my blog.






I cause a lot of problems. Surprise.

Where to begin?  I answered Mitchell on March...31. Kelsey and I went to his house and she helped me put glow in the dark stars ("YES") on his ceiling. It looks way sweet, I gotta say.
Footloose...was incredible. The absolute most incredible thing I've ever been through. What I remember most, is every night, right before the show, we would do prayer circles. While whoever wanted to was saying the prayer, I looked at every single face in the circle. Without fail, every night, it brought me to tears. Closing night I didn't even get halfway through the circle. These people...they are the best people, basically. We don't all like each other, but when it comes down to it, we've shared something deep and more spiritual than I can explain. J is incredible. It's all incredible.
Spring Break was, in a word, the BEST. I wasn't home any of the nights until midnight (except one night, because I got moody). I got burned (it's tan now, yay!). I reconnected with one of the best people I know--shout out to Justyn! Love you girl--and now she's in my prom group--yay!! It was great to remember what an awesome person she is. I hung out with both my best friend and my boyfriend all break. Today kind of sucked, though. There's school tomorrow. I didn't do everything I said I was going to last week (or last night, for that matter). Ohhhhh wellllll. When I convince myself that Summer's right around the corner, good grades don't seem as important. (Randomly got a four oh again last term, though. I literally do not know how it happened.)
Got a prom dress. It's really, really beautiful. I'd put a picture on, but I'm scared Mitchell would see it before the big day. Did I mention it's on my birthday? I'm trying to convince my mom to pay for me and two friends (Mitchell and Kelsey, I'm sure) to go to Lagoon after school the day before, because all I asked for for my birthday were old school roller skates...She told me she's already done with my birthday, which makes me suspect she got way more than I need, as usual. Oh well. We'll see.
Unless you haven't gotten it from this post, my life is amazing. I love it, even with all the drama (mostly that I create for myself) and the homework (although--why stress about it when I know I'm not going to do it?....this might be a very bad term for me) and the missing of important things (if you can find my $50 or my kindle fire, please please please let me know... I'm really freaked out about it). My friends doubly make up for all of it. I just hope every day of Summer will be like Tuesday this past week (minus the sunburn).

Anyway. Happy school tomorrow. T-minus two weeks until birthday. T-minus six weeks until Summer.
WE CAN DO THIS.

love always, laura elizabeth.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Surprises.

After getting home at eight o'clock tonight following a long Footloose rehearsal, I promptly ate some cold dinner as I did my Physics and Precalculus homework. I finally finished and heard my bed calling... Then someone knocked on the door. Considering it's late and mom's already set the alarm, I was almost worried it was some serial killer. I still opened the door (yes, that would be me in the horror movies). Much to my surprise I saw the following note on my front doorstep...


And I stepped further out, I saw the following word arranged by many little candles...


It goes without saying, that's the best thing ever.
What a fun way that'll be to spend my birthday!

love always, laura elizabeth.
:)

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Sunday Nights.

"Because really, a goodbye is a sort of hello."







He says, he says to me as he's falling asleep, he says, "Goodnight, I love you, really, and really, you're beautiful."
He loves me, he thinks I'm beautiful. Connor, no need for any beatings.

Connor, you're going to say goodbye soon. Not in a while, but in the blink of an eye, you'll be leaving, and what will I even write in your yearbook? Will I tell you that you mean so much to me? You're one the ones who boosted my confidence, you helped me realize that I could survive, not just survive, I could grow. You didn't even realize. I remember, I remember it all, I remember going to your house for that musical theater "party" of finding music and practicing monologues, you took the time to help me, you introduced me to Marley. You looked me in the eye and asked me, by name, if you could help me, you, the drama council president, what a big deal! And then at Shakespeare, when I really got to know Kristen, and she told me- imagine this, she told me, I didn't believe her, I still don't- that you thought I was the prettiest sophomore. Oh, how happy, disbelieving? What a feeling, you, drama council president, not only do you know my name but you thought I was pretty. I remember it all, Connor, more than you think. I've never liked you romantically, but I think you're incredible. I really, really love your awkward dancing, and the pokemon, and how you make sure I make it inside your house, that's why I've posted so much about you this weekend, because I realized you're incredible, and you're leaving. I'm just a sophomore to you, one that people tolerate, but you symbolize the period of this year where I began to overcome the crazy and the new and began to open up, thank you, thank you, and don't hurry when you say goodbye.

Amy, you're going to say goodbye soon. How quickly a friendship between us started, how happy it made me when it did. I remember at shakespeare (everyone, remember shakespeare?) you were one of the only ones I didn't begin to talk to, that I didn't begin to make connections to. You made me feel shy, with your beauty, how everyone was (is) obsessed with you, with your spanish mouth and sexy smile and beautiful eyes, oh you made me shy. How could some gawky, awkward sophomore who didn't know anything come close to your smooth, your in control, your beauty? But when did we start to talk? It seems seamless, now, maybe I'm still that sophomore that when you think of, you think of fondly, but the thoughts aren't exactly often and why should they be? I'm not part of drama 4, and when I am, it'll be too late-- you'll be gone, you all will be gone, with goodbyes and memories staining the room. Amy, with your hair, with your size, how you're little but never small (--Cody), and your dancing, how you know yourself and you know everyone so well, how will I say goodbye? You've helped my confidence, even so recently as two nights ago, after two hours of feeling terrible, you and your tiny muscles managed to metaphorically pick me back up, lift me even higher because you know who I am, you like me, we even have memories together now. How delighted I've been to find myself knowing you, knowing all of you. Amy, thank you, thank you, and don't hurry when you say goodbye.

Kristen Parker. Once, you called me up, and asked if I wanted to go to 39 steps with you, I was so flattered and shocked that I even made the list of people to call, even if I was far down after many rejections, I was still on it, how could I miss the chance? How I love your lovely, the little girl in the tall body, you and me, we've been the tall ones our whole lives. I remember, oh I just remembered, how at Shakespeare (yes, this is where I made many connections, Shakespeare was a good time for me) how you told me you were intimidated by me, with my dancing! Oh I was so shocked. Who would be intimidated by me, me on the bottom rung on the ladder next to all of you at the very top, but how easily, how kindly so many of you have reached down your hands and helped me up higher, how will I say goodbye? I love being recognized by you, Kristen, what will I do next year without seeing you? You, after all, are the one who told me what Connor thought, you told me I should go for Taft because we would make a cute couple, you've helped me so much. The very very first time we met was way back when I was auditioning to get into the classes! You absolutely don't remember me from then, but I remember you, I remember thinking, "I'm going to know the people like her next year, oh my gosh". Kristen, thank you, thank you, and don't hurry when you say goodbye.

Benjamin...Benjamin. What's funny is how long I've known you. When you're all famous, I can say, "I was in two plays with him, also, his older sister used to babysit me." The drama department, AF, none of it will be the same without you. I can't even imagine you not being here. My favorite thing about you is no matter where we are or when it is, I can look at you and guarenteed, I'll be entertained. Honestly. So many people say, "I always think Ben hates me." But honestly, I don't get that from you. It's funny, because I think that about so many people, I just inherently think that people hate me, but I don't think you do. Correct me if I'm wrong (please). But I remember once when I looked at you, we sat in opposite corners of the room, but I looked at you and you looked at me and we sat there for a moment, and then I made a funny face and you laughed your loud laugh and I felt so accomplished. Oh! I remember you driving me home, we talked about so much, I felt so incredible, I had a talk with Benjamin Wright and it was easy, I joked around with Benjamin Wright but I also talked seriously with him, it was easy, it was comfortable. Something funny I just realized is all these people have given me a ride home before. I love that people care, that people want to make sure I get home. Benjamin, you and your pants that you wear to every set build, how will you not be here next year? Who will I feel like doesn't hate me? Benjamin, thank you, thank you, don't hurry when you say goodbye.

These four seniors, I've been thinking so much of them lately, how will they be gone? How will I say goodbye? How does anyone say goodbye? When I was six years old, I said goodbye to every single person I knew except for my mom, my dad, and my older brother. All of them. I said goodbye to all of them and looked with excitement towards a new home. Sure, tears were shed, but not for long, I was excited for new friends. The goodbyes were hard but the hellos exciting.

I think I was braver when I was six than I am now.

How will I say goodbye?

Thank you for adopting me in the department, you four, you've made me comfortable. I'm just the sophomore that everyone tolerates, but to me, you four (and really everyone, not just the ones I've named) mean so much, keep that in mind when I end up only being able to write "I'll miss you so much" in your yearbook. Take what I've written above, pretend that's what's in your yearbook, even though I'm bound to have many more experiences with your four in the coming months, what with footloose and such, but remember these key parts of a nostalgic night, remember not to hurry when you say goodbye.

love always, laura elizabeth.


Saturday, March 10, 2012

Weekends.

It was a long weekend without him, but it wasn't boring.







Honestly, it was a Connor weekend.
It was an Amy weekend, and a Melissa weekend, and a Ben weekend, and a Kristen Parker weekend.
It wasn't the weekend that I would have chosen first, maybe, but that doesn't mean it wasn't great.
It's good to remember that he isn't my life, all the time, always.

Friday night, before things were good, I was doubting it. Being absolutely and inexcusably ignored has never had any advantages, besides the fact that when someone pays attention to you, it feels even better. Which is exactly what happened. Someone I look up to, someone I love, someone I think is absolutely incredible and honestly I've always wanted to be an important friend of, spent almost two hours of ignoring me, of making me feel stupid, unwanted, her and her two friends, sitting and taking pictures and giggling, me, sitting unnoticed, ignored. Ignored. No one should ever feel ignored, especially not publicly, don't ignore people. But after the show, when I got to who I wanted to get to, it was all worth it, and I love this girl so much. She's tiny, colombian, beautiful, and incredible. Shout out to miss Amy, whom we are all quite obsessed with. Funny how life is, when she used to intimidate me, with her beauty and popularity, now she's turned into a saving grace of a Friday night. And then at his house, him and his charm and his awkward dancing and his comfortability, it was comfortable. These people were comfortable, and the night was comfortable, and no one even remembered I was a sophomore.

Melissa Saturday. Waffle saturday, pokemon Saturday (Connor Saturday!), Footloose Saturday, cake Saturday, dessert Saturday, tired Saturday. Tired Saturday, tired two weeks, mononucleosis. Did I mention I have mononucleosis? Well, I have mononucleosis.

It was a missing him weekend, to be honest, I miss him. I miss him more than I thought. I've realized a lot about our relationship and honestly, I don't want him any other way.
"And the fight for you is all I've ever known, so come home."

But Connor, and Amy, and Melissa, you three especially, thank you for this weekend. It was good, it was so lovely, I feel comfortable, you people are comfortable.

love always, laura elizabeth.

ps. To the person I was sitting by, if you even read this, which I really doubt because I'm starting to realize that I'm not worth your time (despite it all, despite it all), I still think you're an incredible person, and I would go to your funeral if you did die tomorrow. I'm sure you'd come to mine, too, and tell everyone what great friends we were and how great you thought I was, but I'm also sure you wouldn't remember me being next to you at that show. I'm sure you wouldn't remember ignoring me. And that makes some difference, anyway, to me.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Make him famous.


In today's world, time is everything. Time to do homework, time to socialize, time to sleep, time to eat, time to dance, time for sports, we sure know how to create things that take up a lot of time. But I'm asking you a favor. Donate half an hour of your time to something bigger. Watch this video. Be influenced. Be impacted. Make a difference, however small, because you, your time, and your undivided attention is important. This is important, people.

It's not the time to keep thinking only of yourself.

Like global warming is real, like rights for everyone (whether you're black, white, yellow, or LGBT) are real, like Hitler and Bin Laden are real, like Rwanda is real, this is real. It's real life. Here, in our bubble, we are safe and protected and God knows, oblivious. But this is our chance to show we're more. This is our chance to show that we care, that even if we're oblivious, if we're given the chance, we'll choose not to be ignorant. This is our chance to make a difference. This is important, people.

So watch the video. Go to the site, pledge, like the page on facebook, make a donation if you really care. But most importantly, spread this video, spread the word. Make him famous, because this is important.

love always, laura elizabeth.

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.