Coldplay warms the heart

I decided to give it a few days before I posted, but that seems a bad idea because I can't cut you off cold turkey (I agree, it is weird not hearing anything from you guys for more than the time between curfew and breakfast...very weird).

So I've kind of been holed up in my room the past few days, listening to my music, reading, crying randomly and only for a few minutes. I miss all of you guys and being home is just weird. Especially since my bed is less comfortable than the one there, I pulled my blinds closed because it wasn't dark enough in my room, I've been reading Litmus, 2007 repeatedly, I've been wearing my blaringly green governor's school t-shirt to bed every night (I couldn't get the football one because they only had large and x-large left), and I keep waking up automatically at about 7 and wanting to go to bed at 11 and expecting to go to class and have a two hour lunch and eat delicious food three times a day and have tator tots and grits for breakfast and see you guys and see Mamie and Scott and Julia and all the other people from creative writing and make fun of Walker (Homewrecka) and go to stupid mandatory fun and crack up at Luke's jokes and stalk people and I'm just so sad that I can't.

It feels like I should be there now. That I'll be going back tomorrow.

I'm also going into writing withdrawal. I started to write yesterday and it felt wrong, somehow. I felt like I should have Mamie there to critique my poems and Scott to tell me my fiction sucks.

But other than the post-gov. school depression, I'm also kind of angry. I feel very teenager.

I'm angry and/or sad about:
1) Dante and Dominic (angry and sad)
2) Being home (sad)
3) Losing my piece of paper that says "Unlock the Door" in Katherine's handwriting (angry)
4) Not having delicious food all the time (angry and sad)
5) Unpacking (nostalgically--is that a word?--sad)
6) The fact that I can't create a better list and that I'm probably depressing y'all (angry =/)

There have been a few good things since I've gotten back. I just can't remember what they are. Especially since I haven't even talked to any of my friends.

I miss you all. I know that only you two (Caroline and Emilea) actually read my blog, but I'm saying this to all of you out in this world (Luke, Emily, Emilea, Jane, Tori, Anna...and then all the other people that didn't eat with us but are very awesome people (Katherine, Zach, Lukas, Megan, Julie, Walker--see how they are next to each other??--Georgia, Mamie, Julia, Scott, Gorgeous Drama Man, and then all the other people)

Heather

we've been living a lie, inside a bubble

I promise to be less depressing in my next post (and there will be poetry, something I wrote at GS that you guys didn't read. Or maybe my weird prose/thing about a little girl. But probably poetry)

my last breath

So this is the last post before we set off. The last every-day post until we (sadly) come back.

I think I'll make a list out of it.

Things Heather Loves:

~music
~shopping
~new haircuts
~hanging out with Jess (because she's just so entertaining. And has books! and has insane hair, money, a car, and because she's awesome)
~new WWF shirts (really cute ones I might add)
~cookie dough
~spaghetti
~One Small Step by P. B. Kerr (a book that is amazing but I've been too excited to finish. Sorry about that, Scott)
~the Hiatus Tour
~messing with her hair (it's so fun and short and cute!)
~talking to my roomsmate/suitesmate
~BUBBLES!
~evanescence
~her 407 new songs (I said I'd tell you how many it ended up being yesterday, but I didn't because I'm slack. So I'm telling you now. 407. That's a lot. It's 42 CDs. Not nearly the 229 that she has, but still, a lot).
~Books-a-Iillion

Things Heather Dislikes (not quite hates. That's a bit harsh)

~trying to be an efficient packer
~checklists (I swear, if I see another one in my life I will shoot it)
~ugly notebooks (I'm totally buying one when I get there...if that's possible. Or I'm going to steal one of yours)
~shopping
~getting my hair cut
~storage containers (any kind. You name it. Suitcase, laundry bin, trash basket, shower caddy, bags. whatever)
~when people eat the delicious leftovers from the dinner I cooked

See? The dislike list is much shorter. That means a good day!

See you both tomorrow (Caroline, see you at an hour that should only exist in the pm. Emilea, see you...whenever. I guess some time in the afternoon--the aforementioned pm)!
Heather

sweet raptured light it ends here tonight

one liners

Packing must ensue sometime soon. Haircuts will happen tomorrow. This is my post. That's it. The End.

Heather

(see our names in city lights)

musical melodies

I'm glad to hear the news that Caroline's iPod is found, but I'm even glad-er (not a word but more glad sounds stupid) that I've finally gotten around to adding music to my mp3 player. Wanna know why that makes me happier??? Do ya? doya doya doya?

It's because I get to borrow Natasha's CDs and she has about a thousand and it's all guarunteed to be awesome. For instance, I shall list some of the ones I've added already and I've only gone through a third of her music.

Jack Johnson (3 CDs, including one song from Curious George soundtrack--Upside Down. The only one I felt like adding from thatCD)
Cartel (new obsession with them)
Journey Greatest Hits (yes, that includes Don't Stop Believin')
Jon McLaughlin (new discovery)
James Blunt
Hinder
HelloGoodbye
Goo Goo Dolls
Evanescence (I don't know what the Sher-Pas were talking about when they wrote in the lines "If it's Evanescence you will be severely mocked." I personally love Evanescence)
Carrie Underwood (Some Hearts)
Boys Like Girls (since you don't seem to remember to let me borrow it ever)
Avril Lavigne
Aerosmith

And there are many more that will be added. The Beatles especially.

That's a lot of music. I'm curious as to how many songs I'll have now after I finish this. I had 277 before. I'll let you guys know in the next post.

That's all my news.

Heather

trouble travels fast...

I am the enemy

Seriously. What was that supposed to mean??

But tonight was definitely fun. Before the youth group. Because that was just weird and confusing and we are such wayward souls.

So I come home, right? And I say to my mother. "Mother," I say, "why is it that we never made home movies? Danielle's family has boxes upon boxes of them. Mother, we should have made home movies."

And now I'm all sad because I don't have any hilarious home movies to laugh at with all my friends. And I never danced, so I wouldn't have had very good ones anyway... =)

But I got Chik-fil-a ice cream on the way home. So that makes a grand total of three on the ice cream count. Granted, Chik-fil-a wasn't as delicious as the ice cream at youth, and the ice cream at youth wasn't as delicious as the ice cream at Danielle's house, but it was still ice cream. And now I'm realizing how ridiculous it sounds to say 'ice cream' and how it doesn't look like a word anymore. (or words)

Like when I had to write Vereen on pieces of masking tape on all the desks in Mrs. Vereen's room on the last day of school and I kept thinking I was spelling it wrong because it stopped looking like a word. And when I had to do the same for Mrs. Riddle.

Are you going to Beach Fest? Apparently I might on Friday, don't know, though.

Anyway, I'm out

missing the twins, hoping they're home, dying for it to be Sunday,
Heather

I'm like Christopher Columbus (except way cooler)

So many discoveries have been made in the past few weeks. Top Five? Here you go:


1) The Maine
2) Hope's dislike for people
3) I'm bad at remembering the things I was going to blog about whilst being good at remembering what the main idea of the blog is
4) I can't remember my other discoveries
5) Not being able to remember is annoying.

I have had very little to post about, but of course there is another poem. Read on my friends.


she wonders over to him,
melancholy at the prospects--
possibilites--endless
and shaken with worry

not that she likes him (she
only likes him) because
it's just a seed, a
planted weed

tearing up her mind
and she can't seem to
pick them all and leave
the flowers

but she doesn't want
this (she doesn't think so)
scared eternally of
confessions, proclamations

it's incontrovertible this
thing (he's not that kind--
a friend)
yet she's irrevocably
fallen into the garden

and the weeds start to
take on a shape, a form
of yellow petals,
evolving to gray fuzz

she inhales like it's her
last, blow (the greatest
gust) and wishes, the deep
kind--11:11--and begins to
wonder over to him


Heather

short, like Jessica

So technically, I haven't yet failed at this posting-every-day thing. Because I still have 30 minutes left. Hoo haa!

Didn't know it was possible to:

♥Go to the beach during the summer
♥Go to the beach right next to Caroline's house without her
♥Hate something (or someone) so much
♥Forget there was only one day left
♥Eat that much cookie dough
♥Feel sorry for Olivia (I'm right there with you, Caroline)
♥Get tired of cookie dough
♥Create advertisement for 5 gum that is both ridiculous and hilarious but sure to be put on TV one day when at the beach...and talking about sharks...what?
♥Wait to read a sequel after such a cliff-hanger
♥Want to go to Beijing this much
♥See one movie 6 times in 3 days
♥Play a game with Amy for more than 2 minutes (a surprising...eh...4 hours)
♥Have better waves here (and a stronger current) than in Isle of Palms
♥Find the YA Mansion

The possibilities are endless.

Heather (I think the heart would have been a bit redundant if I'd put it here too)

theivery

In which Caroline is ripped off, Heather realizes her boredom, and music resounds in the background, playing it's melodic tune that she's fallen very deeply in love with.

I shall blog. Every day. Except for those two VERY fine weeks in which I will be away from my family (yay! You have no idea how much I love that after last night...*sigh*)

Honestly I'm Instability

Show me how to let you in

I'm making mistakes

I'm falling, I'm falling again

I have built all the walls

For no one to use at all

This is overjoyed

Tracing lines in summer skies at night

And with or without a reason why

We'll always be wondering if we're ever right

I'm convinced that if we turned the lights off the world might surrender

I insist, by breaking the rhythms, love will fall into step again

This sound is lacking direction

These empty rooms are a prison

Your words ring hollow and aimless

And you are here denying what?

Oh, this seems out of reach

Taking every breath we'll ever need

With no assurance I can see

We'll unlatch the gate and set them free

I confess I did not even once believe the air would surround me

I can see, by breaking the rhythms, love has found me again and again

This sound is lacking direction

(These empty rooms are a prison)

Your words ring hollow and aimless

And you are here denying what you see

(This heavy breath is a prism)

This time we're all gonna listen

The stage is coming to life now

When you start to sing, "Hallelujah!"

We shut our eyes

And smile to ourselves

~Stairwell Collapse~

And so it begins... The summer of change, of music, of poetry, dancing, memories, and friends.

What do you know? It could actually be fun doing this everyday...

Lila calls,

heather

Hmm...comments on comments

Hello all! (two...) I know I haven't actually posted a real post in a while, so I decided to today (actually, it was even before I read your comment Caroline! Weird, huh?)

Anyways...I just read Caroline's comment on Steph's blog (see below) and felt it necessary to comment on her comment. Well, and on her comment on my blog here. On the last post. About the king of the fairies. I'll do that after the long one, though. So it'll be at the bottom.

Here it is, Caroline's (your) original comment:

Caroline said...

Because I am oh-so-creative (another sign of impopularity) I have compiled a list of the various misdemeanors throughout my school career that have led to impopularity. :D

K)Sing the ABCs when the teacher asks you to recite them. When she repeats herself, say that you can only do it singing.

1)Be the Teacher's Pet.

2)Read. Write mean things about classmates in a journal that will inevitably be
discovered and read aloud at some point.

3)Get really unflattering glasses that are bright blue in color and Harry Potter in style. Attempt to make friends in your class.

4)Spend a lot of time with one close friend. Cry when Heather rats you out for talking in the bathroom and you get detention.

5)Sing a song by the Cheetah Girls for your fifth grade talent show.

6)Confide your crush on a popular guy to Heather, because she'll repeat it a bit too loudly and the popular girl will hear you and then everyone will find out on field day and you'll have to go home sick.

7)Write a boy who likes you a list of reasons why you hate him so much. Include a limerick about his teeth. That's sure to be a crowd-pleaser.

8)Find a small group of friends who are equally uncool(but equally awesome, too) and do bizzare things. Have marker wars, randomly burst into song. People will think you are in a cult and not talk to you because you might offer them red Kool-Aid. Encourage this rumor.

9)Behave in a relatively anti-social manner when not with your friends (you know, the kids in the cult) and refuse to tell the popular people what that thing you're writing down is.

(Surprisingly enough, they still want to know.)

Email me at the Plenty of Paper address(it's on Heather's comment) and put Caroline in the subject line. :)

<3>

PS: Awesome contest idea!

June 3, 2008 8:45 PM

Here's my response: (I was originally typing it in as another comment on Steph's blog, but decided it would be better suited as a blog post.) Also, my numbers corollate with her (your) numbers...well... grades

K) You know what's really weird? I did that too! haha. My kindergarten one is...sort of like the ABCs one. Count to 483 when your teacher tells you to count to 100 (even when she tells you to stop, you just walk away, still counting)

1) Does proving your first grade teacher wrong in math because you did it the way the third graders do and that's not a first grade requirement count as being a teacher's pet? (ahh, now I'm all nostalgic)

2) I...hmm...I don't know. I guess I read, but I can't really count just a few months as a whole grade... I think leaving the class for about an hour and a half every day to do testing so that I could officially leave the class made me unpopular... sort of. *shrugs*

3) Come into the class a quarter late, a year younger, and a lot smarter (but don't be in the specialized classes--Beach--so that the people not smart enough to be in those classes spend more time with you and begin to hate you.

4) Haha...I remember that. It was a very entertaining moment...back when we hated each other...you were such a loser, lol. JK! (okay, so I'm not, but I didn't say you are now). For some reason, make Reid Simpson not like you so that you end up loosing your best friend because she's close to Reid and decides to be a conformist.

5) you will never live that down!!!! Anyway: Spend every recess in the music room with your two BEST friends in the whole world and pop blown up ziploc bags. Once the first graders come in, help them out with their instruments. Don't make any contact with another fifth grader.

6) Roll your eyes at immature popular boys. Become friends with unpopular people (ahem, Caroline). Make fun of this kid that stares at you all the time and then if you glance at him he says "Why are you staring at me???!!!???" Laugh about aforementioned kids stalker skills. Sit at a table with your dork magnet best friend for lunch. That is sure to bring those pesky dorks to your table as well. Play the Guess The Fruit game every day. (I really did set my unpopularity in stone in sixth grade, didn't I?)

7) Hmm...I can't think of anything... Oh! Always be in a group with people you don't like (and nobody else does) in english class.

8) This was a good year for us. Marker wars...random song outbursts... Mine: Sing Spice Girls songs with Allison every day outside. Say you hate Mr. Bankert's class. Say you like Mrs. Gordon's class. Make fun of popular guys for their english papers (AAAAATTTTTUUUUKKKKKAAAAAMMMMAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). Have very awkward moments where friend of aforementioned popular guy says that you and popular guy should date because you bicker like an old married couple.

9) Do not answer when questioned. Say 'nothing' a lot. Become Nerdfighter. Don't answer questions about the song your singing (where would America be?), the binder cover your drawing (...so JOKES...), or the hand motion your making. Wear confusing (and AWESOME) t-shirts. Don't answer when people ask you about it.

It's a complicated art I've perfected.


So that's comment on comment numero uno. Comment on comment numero dos:

Caroline said...

I'm going to be extremely hypocritcal and tell you that I'd like for you to write a blog entry.

I know.

You've written one more recently than I have.

That's why I'm not rudely demanding that you write another blog entry. It's a polite request. What I am demanding is that you let me read this story (the one in the post below) because it sounds really amazing and I really want to.

<3>

PS: I really thought I'd commented on this already.

PPS: Who is this king of fairies person?

June 3, 2008 8:57 PM

You are being hypocritical. But I forgive you. I shall put said story on website (that one, that the totally unbiased civilian's name linked to? yeah, that one). I'm not very far, though. I'll be writing more in the next couple days. I really thought you'd commented on it already, too. This kind of fairies person is Oberon. I introduce you. He left a comment on The Ravenous Reader's blog. Here it is:

Oberon said...

......sometimes.....i talk to strangers.......what?

June 1, 2008 9:47 PM

Yes, and so I went to his blog and left a comment asking him if he was the king of the fairies. This was the reply:

Oberon said...

......thanks for your comments and.....yes.....i'm king of the fairies.

June 2, 2008 10:59 PM

So now we're all caught up on the commentary comments, so I'll stop saying the word comment. Right...NOW.
(comment)

Heather (I feel like Maureen Johnson now)

I encourage you to click on all the links. =D