Lovers Waltz

Soft.

Slow.

 The musical intro begins. He wordlessly offers his hand. She takes him up on his offer, slipping her small, dainty hand into his big strong one. He guides her out onto a spot on the dance floor, their shoes lightly tapping on the polished wood as they step, her skirt flowing behind her. They stop, he places his hand on her upper back, she places hers on his shoulder, and there they wait for the intro to end, swaying slightly as they do so.

The song starts.

A simple but pretty box step. They sway and smile, then with the hand on her upper back he gently guides her to the side, causing them to travel around as they dance. A spin here. A twist there. Before they know it they're lost in the music, whirling and twirling steadily to the beat. At some points she thinks she would nearly fly away if it weren't for his strong embrace. Everyone else in the room seems to disappear as they focus only on each other. Now they are truly lost. And they love it. They move, nay, they glide around the floor as their steps flow seamlessly together. They are as one. Wheeling and spinning, their heartbeats now match the beat of the music. This dance seems to last an eternity to them, and they don't mind. They don't mind at all. For here they are happy. Here they are safe in each other's arms, smiling and laughing, their hearts filled with the joy and love only dancing can bring.

 The Lovers Waltz.

Do You Hear The People Sing? *SPOILERS. LES MIS SPOILERS*

                                                Do you hear the people sing,

                                              Singing the song of angry men.

                              It is the music of the people who will not be slaves again.

                                              When the beating of your heart

                                              Echoes the beating of the drums
                                There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.


 Yep. I watched Les Mis (finally). I don't even know where to begin sharing my feels. If you havent seen it yet stop reading right now.
     
  The main thing that really got me that I wanna talk about, that hit me deep, was the barricade. Specifically, when the barricade fell and everyone...died. (except Marius...four for you, Marius. You GO Marius!) See, while main character's deaths are always painful and sad, there something about the multiple young people, especially when theyre all good friends, and you only know them for a short time, but you fall in love with them in that time, and you wish them to succeed in whatever they are trying to achieve. They were so full of passion. They were willing to die for revolution, and they did. I think that scene made me cry harder than any other scene in the movie. When Marius started singing "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables"...oh gosh. He was voicing everything I think and feel when characters die, especially young groups like that. It's not just like "Ohmygosh they died I liked them that's so saddddd". It's deeper than that. I start thinking about everything they did...the places they liked to hang out together, or in this case, talk of revolution together and sing together. And I think about how they're never gonna do that again. They're never gonna sing passionately about revolution, never share drinks and laugh together...empty chairs at empty tables. I couldn't find the way to put that feeling into words, but Marius put it into song, perfectly.

 

Fabulous Flower-children Fairies (Whoa alliteration. didnt mean for that to happen, but hey! Thats cool :D)

 So for my amazing friend Micaelas birthday (Also known as Jasmine or Jaz), we went to her park and had a little photo shoot with these magical little fake flower crowns she made, and we all look like beautiful fairies. Photo cred goes to Susannah and Isaiah. Don't we look amazing? ;)

 

Shy forest fairies :o

 

 Oh, you know...just hanging in a tree, like us fairies always do.

 DERP

 dawwww you

 Ya know, if this were at sunset it would be so pretty <3

 Peeka boo!

 Don'tcha just love us?

 Cool girl walk

 I almost fell out of the tree...yeahhh...but it made a good picture!

I think this picture is my favorite of me...I love my hair ^_^

 

 

 

I love all of you very much and I hope you had a fabulous birthday, Jaz.

KISSES MWAH

 

 

      

My friends rock

 So. I think we all have those certain friends that, whenever we hang out, we do the craziest/randomest stuff. Like, for example, video taping ourselves eating chocolate cake with our faces(and nearly choking from laughter) or causing our throats to hurt from screaming, shouting, and laughing at eachother while playing a shooting game in Banjo Tooie. Or rescuing kittens from under a trash dump near Taco Bell by luring them out with a burrito. Or having an unplanned whipped cream fight. Or dancing to music while wearing false mustaches. Or laying across eachothers laps on the sofa while screaming the Doctor Who theme song. Or seeing how many people can fit in the closet of a mobile home. Or singing "This Little Light of Mine" at the top of your lungs.
You all know who you are.
Basically I'm just trying to say I fluffin' love my friends.
...That is all.

Letters

 Does anyone else have one drawer or box you keep all your letters you've gotten - not cards, letters- and sometimes you look in it and you see the variety of different stationaries and handwritings and envelopes from different people who care about you and write to you and it just looks so nice and pretty and you just feel loved? Cause I do. I love letters. I mean, I do love email and messaging and texting, cause its so quick and you can have a real time conversation with someone, and I like that, and I use all of those a lot. But letters are so much more personal. Everyone has their own handwriting and signature and maybe even different papers and envelopes they use, their letters are so personalized. So one-of-a-kind.You can frame special letters and hang them on your wall. Unlike electronic stuffs, you can actually touch and feel and hold letters in your hands as you hear the person's voice while you read the whole page or more of what they are telling you. It's like you're holding a little piece of them in your hands. And you can keep letters forever. Letters are there days or weeks or years later, when you want to take them out in the middle of the night to re-read them and maybe clutch them to your chest while you close your eyes and just remember. Letters are one of those simple things that are just so nice.

Little Freedoms

I know life as an adult isnt all fun and games. I know its hard. But part of me still cant wait to move out. Not because i just wanna get away from my parents (okay maybe juuust a bit..ya know, personal space) but because i wanna be free to make choices. Not the big choices (the big choices can scare me) but the little choices: what furniture i will have in my apartment/house, who i will hang out with after work, what music i will listen to and how loud, how late i wanna stay up, what i buy at the store, what i do with my spare time......just the little things. The little freedoms. Thats all.

Social Anxeity?

So I found this picture on the internet, and it really got me thinking. I've always been shy. I  know, I know, Im not shy once you get to know me (not shy at ALL) but I can actually relate to every one of these. I am homeschooled, but I take classes at a Friday co-op. Theres only about 10 other people in my botany class, and I know every single one by name, and even if the answer is right infront of me, I panic when the teacher calls on me. So I always say I dont know. Thats one reason why I could never go to public school: getting called on in class and/or getting embarassed infront of everyone. Just the thought of it makes me wanna cover my face with my hands and curl into a ball and never come out. Im so scared I'll be embarassed. Thats another thing:embarrassment. I cant handle embarrassment. I just cant handle it. Im pretty sure it could be classified as a legit fear in my case. And I actually do stay awake at night sometimes, reliving my most embarrassing moments. And they do, to a degree, "haunt" me. Another reason I couldnt go to public school is just so many people! Like, I do like people, but that many people? I feel like Im being judged by everyone and Im soooo paraniod of making a fool of myself. Then theres the grocery store. It takes a lot of force and firmness for my mom to park outside the store and get me to go in a buy 1 or 2 things myself. Dont even get me started on phone calls. I cant even call my grandma, guys. My grandma. And my mom is always all "That is sad, Charity. You cant even call yoru grandma. That is sad." I know its sad. I try to stop being such a baby, I try to stop being so shy, but I just cant. I always thought it was just shyness, but maybe I actually do have social anxeity. Or at least a mild case. :/ I dont know.