Wednesday, 11 November 2009

  • THANK YOU!!

    To the veterans out there who have served/are currently serving our great nation, I extend my sincere thank you for doing what you do. Thank you for fighting for my freedoms and my way of life, and for this great nation in which we live. Your actions are very much appreciated immensely.

    Much love,

    Jess
    (LostInTheLyrics)

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

  • Morning comes

    Tears streamed from big brown eyes to tiny cheeks to round little chin. I cried out into the dark abyss of my apartment- why me? Why now? Why not him?

    He needed his space. He's not happy with himself. He doesn't think God will forgive him for the little things he hasn't done in the past week. He says he has lost his faith, and that this happens every time he gets serious with a girl. He said I deserved better.

    I tried to hang on for the first few hours. I tried to get him to talk to me, I pulled out his Bible and I read him a few passages- all two of them I could remember from Matt's little "how to find your faith again in the Bible" crash course he gave me a couple months back. I asked questions. I hugged him, and I held him, and I tried my hardest to keep him from losing it.

    "I don't need anybody right now."
    "It's not right, Laban. You shouldn't go at this alone. It's better to have friends beside you."
    "God will be beside me. I don't need anybody else's help."

    His last image of me will be me gripping to collar of his shirt tightly, my face full of rage as I tried to decide weather to punch him, kiss him, or just walk away. I walked. I didn't even bother to close the door behind me, and I stomped down the stairs in a temper tantrum that would rival that of any two year old.

    I screamed, I cried, and I screamed some more. I pulled his notes off my fridge and I ripped and tore until they were nothing but tiny wisps of what they once were. I emptied the yellow rose petals from the pages of my Bible where I had been pressing them, and I tore them up, too. I changed my Facebook status to single, and I cried and yelled some more. Then, I fell to my knees, and I prayed for him.

    Scattering the contents under my sink, I found a fresh scented body wash that I don't use on a daily basis due to my soap allergy. I coated the bottom of the bathtub with it, then turned the knob to "steaming" and watched bubbles form. I lit a few candles, poured myself a martini glass full of the cheap wine, and shed my clothing, then sat there and soaked my body and cried and prayed until I felt my soul had been wrung out enough.

    I went to bed at 8, every piece of me tired and sore to the core. I lay in bed fielding AIM messages from my amazing Xanga friends and IRL friends as well, telling everybody the same story, holding back the urge to say I hated him. I was full- full of regret- regret for wasted time, wasted heart, wasted everything. I missed Halloween to help him move, I gave up certain things in my life that I had been saving to him, I gave him my heart. I let this all out to my friends.

    This morning, I woke up numb. The entire essential Jess was sore from terrible nightmares and inability to sleep. Then, I came to my senses. I pulled myself out of bed, walked into the bathroom, flipped on the smaller of my curling irons, and I curled my hair. I found the cutest outfit I could build from my closet, and I took a little extra time to make sure my make up was perfect. I ordered a triple caramel machiatto from Starbucks this morning, and I set my sights on school and my research.

    Today will be emotionally draining. Tomorrow will be better. There will be times when the nights are long and the days are longer.

    But morning will always come again, and with it the chance to change everything.

    My chin is up, my smile is painted beautifully on my face.
    This morning, I begin again.

Monday, 09 November 2009

  • I wish he was Peter Pan

    This morning, I logged onto Facebook like I usually do, to check up on my friends and see how everybody's doing.
    Friday night, my cousin Jon had his last football game of the season, their team getting beat in playoffs. His facebook status reads: "Don't want to turn in my pads today."
    I completely lost it. This is the end. He's not playing in college, so his football days are over. His senior year of high school is half over.
    Wow.

    This is Jon and I.
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    He's 6ft 3 to my 5ft, but he will always be the little brother I never had. I consider myself close to him, and I tend to overlook his arrogance when I'm in his presence.

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    As much as he doesn't show it, I know Jon will always have my back, and the same goes double for me.

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    We've been to the top of the world- well, ok, as "top of the world" as you can get in Albuquerque- together. Side note: This is when he was just hitting growth spurts.

    I wish he didn't have to grow up, get older, and move on. To me, he will always be the offensive tackle, the football player, my little cousin.

    <3 You, Jon.

Sunday, 08 November 2009

Thursday, 05 November 2009

  • Questions that Plague Me {Anybody care to answer?}

    What happens if a person is allergic to both latex and polyurethane?

    What is it with guys and this whole notion of "don't buy me a Christmas present"?

    Why is it, when people ask me what I want for Christmas, "I don't know. Get me what you want to get me" is never an acceptable answer?

    When the professor threatens to fail a person the next time they're late, why do they still come in 20 minutes after class has started?

    If Christmas is the season to be jolly, then why aren't people nicer when they're shopping?

    What do some people have against a little bit of clutter?

    Why haven't skinny jeans on guys become illegal yet?

    Why does the university concentrate on everything but academics, i.e. the entire purpose of its existence?

    Why do the professors who teach the required classes make it almost impossible to pass?

    Does road construction ever really truly end?

Wednesday, 04 November 2009

  • Happy Wednesday

    I miss Eli like crazy, so here's two quite adorable videos of him from last winter. The first one is during the snow storm last January, and the second is the day after I got him last October. Enjoy, and hopefully smile!



Monday, 02 November 2009

  • Let's talk about SEX! Because we NEED TO!

    To date, I have done two papers, a ten minute lecture, and a propaganda project on the need for comprehensive sex education in public schools, so when it comes to speaking diligently and being able to back up my argument with sources right off the top of my head, this is one topic I consider myself the master of.

    Before I really get going on this, I really hope that you, as the reader, focused in on the phrase PUBLIC SCHOOLS. Public, as in funded by the government. I am a firm believer in the separation of church and state, primarily because, and this may be news to some people- NOT EVERY AMERICAN IS A CHRISTIAN. But that is another argument for another day.

    "I think everybody should just take the biblical approach to sex, and wait until they are married!" you cry. Yeah, well, I think everybody should give me $20, but you don't see that happening. You also don't see people waiting to have sex anymore. That's society for you, though. I said this earlier and I will say it again: NOT EVERY AMERICAN IS A CHRISTIAN.

    "Condoms have failure rates!"
    Ok, this is probably the DUMBEST argument you can make to me about being against comprehensive sex education programs. I'm a analyst, meaning I pay attention to statistics, meaning a 2% failure rate is a WHOLE HELL OF A LOT BETTER THAN a 90% guarantee of pregnancy should a condom not be used. There is a better chance of being hit by a car, smacked in the face by a penguin, and catching the winning touchdown pass from Peyton Manning than you have of a condom failing.

    "Teaching sex education promotes sex."
    According to a Planned Parenthood fact sheet, teens who were taught comprehensive sex education were more likely to wait than those who were exposed to abstinence only programs. And just for the record, Planned Parenthood is a driving force behind comprehensive sex education. That's why they exist- to give the public access to the tools they need to make smart choices in regards to sex.

    "I/My teenager took a purity pledge."
    Good for them! Great idea! I hope they stick with it. Yet, most people are not like the Duggars. Just because they learn about safe sex now doesn't mean they're going to rush out and do it. Having the knowledge of how to prevent pregnancy now can help when they're done having kids after marriage.

    "I don't want to look at pictures of male and female anatomy all day."
    What the hell is wrong with you? No, ha ha! I'm kidding. For real, though, it's just another body part. And the information provided is good for everybody to know, no matter what anatomy you have.

    "Birth control is bad, so why should we teach it?"
    Because of birth control, I no longer have horrendous cramps during my period, my face no longer resembles the craters on the moon, and my mood is a whole lot better. Oh yeah, and I wont become a mommy before I'm ready to. I'm sure a lot of women will agree with me on this.

    And as one final word before I throw this bad boy to wolves- let's take a second and think about teenagers, shall we? Teenagers think they are invincible. Teenagers tend to rebel. Thus, if you tell a teenager not to do something enough times without presenting logical consequences as to why the act isn't a good idea, they're going to go out and experiment for themselves to figure it out. Saying "No don't do this" isn't enough. Telling them the Bible says it's a bad idea isn't enough- read again: NOT ALL AMERICANS ARE CHRISTIAN. Providing a means to an end- aka: comprehensive sex education- is what it is going to take.

    Let the arguing commence.

Sunday, 01 November 2009

  • Pitch Black Pt 1

    Moonlight shines dimly through the slats of blinds that hang in front of the window. My back aches from the unforgiving floor I have slept on all night, so I push myself up, arch my back a bit, and listen to it crackle and crunch.
    Gazing over the tiny yet dark abyss, i feel a smile spread across my lips as my eyes fall onto his shadowed form.Laban, my Laban, my amazingly handsome Laban.
    The moonlight is just bright enough to allow me to make out the line of his jaw, the curve of his chin down to his neck, and the pucker of his lips. His skin glows iridescent. His slow and steady breathing is just audible in the quiet of the morning. I can also slightly make out the outline of his long and slender body beneath the thick covers, and notice the veins down his arm and hand, and the every so slightly noticeable outline of muscle.
    My eyes cannot leave him. I am so mesmerized by what I see that it is almost impossible to tear away my gaze for even a second.
    {Part 2 coming tomorrow}

Thursday, 29 October 2009

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

  • LITL Tells It Like It Is

    I don't feel like typing out some gooey piece of literature this morning, primarily due to the fact that I am currently in the middle of a panic attack due to the events taking place today. I'm scared to death of speaking in public, but I have to give a presentation in Campaigns and Elections this morning. I'm scared to death of needles, but I have to go get blood drawn today to make sure I don't have what Mom has. Oh yeah, and there's also that blasted yearly exam as well, the one that makes females hate being female. Yeah, that one.
    The cards are not in my favor today.

    I'm tired. I've slept in the middle of my boyfriend's floor for the past two nights, primarily because I was hanging out with him, got tired, and was to lazy to walk the five feet back to my own bed. Oh yeah, and he's also a wuss, but I'll leave it at that. He's pretty much all packed and ready to go, which is kind of depressing. But he wont be far, and we'll always have our Mondays to spend together. I get to meet his mom and step dad as well as his best friend this weekend, which scares me a bit. Guys think it's hard to meet the girl's dad, but I think it's rough on the girl meeting the guy's mom.

    Gah, I really don't want to drive an hour and a half south today, but it's for my own good, right? Hopefully, the lady in the lab is the same lady who did Mom's stuff- she said she was really gentle and that she couldn't feel a thing. I don't do needles at all.

    Ok, I'm in a giving mood, so the person who can best complete this sentence gets a 1000 credit mini. I'll even put it to a vote.
    Here's your sentence--

    Sex is like....

    For example, "Sex is like playing slots: the first couple times, you wonder how anybody thinks this shit is fun."

    Have a great day!

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    @LostInTheLyrics - there is some up some where in my photos. I need to take some new photos.
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    @wherever_we_go - I want to see some of your stuff, too! I will be starting another book soon and I'd love some new ideas. If you guys have any questions about how I did something, let me know and I'll explain it.
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