Gimme Gimme

Love.

a strong word.
a feeling.
a comfort.
a heartache.
something worth fighting for.
a journey to hell and back.

a promise.


I want to know what love is.

I'm not talking about the family and friend love that you say with a hello or good bye.
I'm talking about the love that gets you through the worst days and the kind of love you cannot live without.

I believe we all have a someone. The problem is the meeting. Should you find them? Or should you wait? The thoughts of what he might look like and how he would act would run through my head when I was little. Would he be funny? awkward? handsome? only attractive to me? fat? skinny?
What I am thinking now is that looks don't matter. Only one thing matters. love. I imagine it is made of the little things. A glance, a touch, the constant thought of the other.
When you have love, there is no hesitation. You shouldn't have to think about it. You just know.
I want that. and I want it bad.

My day of snow.

Wonderful.
Just Wonderful.

Let me tell you my story on snowday.
So I woke up feeling like I just wanted to go to sleep, like every morning of my life, and did the usual: take 20 minutes to pick out the outfit for school and 3 minutes to actually get dressed and hair and such. I go downstairs to soak my ear in solution because of my piercing, and notice there is no coffee made. END OF THE WORLD.
Make coffee. Look outside.
I just thought " Is it hailing outside? or is it snowing? I should text Jody. even though I know he's sleeping( muhaha)"
Mom calls " BLYTHE IT'S SNOWING "
by this time I figured it out. It's snowing. YESSSS IT'S SNOWING !!! WHITE PRE-CHRISTMASS!
As you can imagine, I was just oozing with excitement.
By this time I realized that I was still going to have to go take my exam. Therapy exam to be exact.
So I went to my car and was like " ohh it's just snow, this'll be great!"
OH NO MY FRIEND.
Come to find out, my car defroster isn't in the best of conditions after 13 years of working.
People were running red lights because they could not see. Swerving to the extreme.
I finally arrive at Loyola with my hair covered in snow and soaked to the bone because blythe had the brilliant to wear cotton ( I never get to wear sweat pants like the normal college person so for that day, I just decided I was wearing fucking sweatpants).
By the time I was done with my exam, I was somewhat dry, leaking from my nose, and coughing like a chain smoker. Purrrrrrrfect.
So of course I was crabby the rest of the day when my friends wanted to play in the snow. I am sorry friends. real sorry.

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I AM DONE FOR A MONTH BITCHES!!