Demery

okay so i am super super super excited for this post, because this is most likley( if i can get enough words in) my lsat graded post on inko.us hahah yes! alrighty then so i just want to say that i am really tired and today in health we got to have class outside! it was beeutiful out, haha all my friends were cold guess what guess what??? im go in to Philly tomorrow afternoon! and and gues what for! guess!  a Taylor Swift concert!!! and and Kellie Pickler is opening for her and she is my ultimate favorito! gahh, i am soo pumped and ready for this! i just have to get through school tomorrow and then im off off to the land of Philedelphia(which i lovee) <3 my whole entire family is from Philly except me! poop. haha if you are bored of me writing just comment and say i had good “imagery” or something likle that, that’s what we all do, is it not?? well, i suppose im about to reach two hundred words,oh! 30 more to go. Soo, spring break is in a week (exactly) and i cant wait to sleep in for a week! my bestest friend in the whole wide world, laura catherine conaghan is living with me for two days and we are going to eat junk and play spore! oh and possibly go outside to enjoy the beautiful sunshine! so that just about wraps it up! i really hope i have 800 words by now, because i really really really( i did that on purpose) want to go to bed right nowww. well remember when i said that i had 30 words to go? yeah well now im 80 words past that and i am still writing, if you have stuck with me through this whole mess of words, i would like to congradulate you on having no life( sorry if you do) and i award you a cyber five *does hand motion* , i bid thee farewell por the last tiempo!

hasta luego mis amisss. D: hahaha

342 words.

The skylight fades into a turquiose blue, darkness starts to swoop above the trees. Today was a good day. The air was smooth and clear, the breeze cool and musical. The sun worked hard and its brothers and sisters floated beneath her. The grass aprecitated the warmth and the security. Children’ laughter drifted throughout the neighborhood, screams and shouts of joy. Animals were blissful and loving life. They ran and leapt and rolled in the sunshine, waiting for more fun to come. Sun’s shining–clouds floatin’–laughter–relaxation–return to life– wake up call–now that’s what i like to call– Saint Patricks Day.

And then the sun set.

i dont know what it is, and im sure people “say” they feel this way, but im pretty sure i have my own vibe to this. i love music. and i feel that sometimes, besides my awesome horseness, its the only thing that understands me. i pick up my guitar, everything is better, i belt my heart out in the basement, im at peace, i dance until i drop to the beat of freezepop, over and over again. sure you can agree,sure you can say you feel the same, but you dont, you cant, we all have our “connections” with music, and mine is mine, yours is … well yours, duh. all i can say is, “There’s gotta be something more, there’s gotta be more than this, i need alittle less hard times, i need alittle more bliss.” ~Sugarland.

think about it.

The light began to fade and the whispers in the trees started to grow with the increase of darkness. We stood, smelling the sweet spring air, flicking our tails lazily at flies looking for a place to land. Others started to doze and to gather closer for the night, grazing happily and peacefully all was well.

The lack of love, trust and belief however, could never truley be discovered in a group of animals that are so very confusing. The stallion, the lead mare, the foals, the bacherlors, the yearlings, the weanlings, everyone is always watching and waiting for something or someone to strike up a battle, fight hard, and stick together. For a herd is a family with passion that should always be desired.

If you had a tattoo that wouldn’t matter, if you had a shaved head, that’d be cool. If you came from Spain or Japan or the back of a van, just as long as your not from Hebrew school. I say now im getting somewhere, im finally breaking through, i say hey hey Shiksa Goddess I’ve been waiting for someone like you….

I could have a mansion on a hill, i could lease a villa in Seville, but it wouldn’t be as nice as a summer in Ohio with a gay midget named Carl, playing Tevia and Porgi. I Could wander Paris after dark, take a carriage ride through central park, but it wouldn’t be as nice as a summer in Ohio where i’m sharing a room with a former stripper and her snake…–Wayne.

In a year or so i moved to the city, thinking what have i got to lose? Got a room,got a cat, and got twenty pounds thinner. Met a guy in a class i was taking, who you might say looked like “Tom Cruise” he wouldn’t leave me alone unless i went with him to dinner.

Shiksa Goddess, Climbing Uphill, I Can Do Better Than That. (Songs in that order. By The Broadway Production, The Last Five Years.

My dream house. Somewhere in Pennsylvania, Delaware, or Virginia. A small quiet town that still has things available.  The old farmhouse. It’s three different colors, textures: Brick , Stone, and something else, perhaps wood. Ever watched Marley and Me? The house where they lived in the last part of the movie is mine. It’s beautiful. I want a life where there arn’t sirens and lights outside my bedroom window, just stars, fresh air, and horses dozing in the moonlight.  If you hadn’t noticed, Im a country girl, straight up. I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life, but one day, i want my little house on the hill, in the countryside, surrounded by the things i absolutley love.

Life is not what i thought it was, twenty four hours ago. Singing spirits take me up in arms with you. Twenty four reasons to admit that im wrong. Oh, Oh, i am the second man, oh,oh, i am the second man now. Symphonies. Centered and true. You’re raising the dead in me. Twenty four oceans and twenty four hearts. Life is not what i though it was, twenty four hours ago. No, Im not coping out, no im not coping out, No.

 What is going to happen? So many children grow to become what they had desired at a young age, a doctor, perhaps and teacher. But what if you are rare, or at least your loved passion is rare to others that do not express the same feeling? I grew up being called ” The Horse Girl” i’ve been called horse crap, I’ve been called everything you can imagine, and this is because im different? So what, I’m not a skinny frilly cheerleader, or a soccer star, i dont enjoy attention like that, for my looks.  Over the past two years i have established my self. I ride fricking horses and your going to like it no matter what. I’m a drama freak, and i play guitar. There, you have it, im me. But still loving the sport of riding, and even for me, eventing, my life path isnt set up until i can deside. Never say you’re going to the Olympics. Never say that it’s your life long plan to earna  gold, dont. I’ve learned that if you express your self in that way you end up not making it.  So when it comes down to me, I say ” I want to be good. I want to be really good, and i’ll die trying.” So i’ve gone completely off topic to my first like three sentences, but i dont mind, i hope you don’t either. Being different is a gift, so take advantage of your hidden talents, show them now or they will slowly fade. Show them now, and you won’t ever be forgotten.

Horses leave hoofprints on out hearts

Their golden touch lights up our thoughts

They belive in us when no one else will

And they will stay beside you when all else fails

This is animal that is hard to understand

They look at you and say,

Dont look me in the eye and dont stand the wrong way

I was destined to run free and now im here beside you

My sacrifice was a given and im here to lend it to you

I am yours and ill will protect you the best way i can

I am your horse and i’ll leave hoofprints on your heart.

My hands are numb, my feet just as dead. Half the room is dark and half the room stares. It’s looking from the darkness it’s green eyes start to light up, it creeps and creeps and slowly lifts it’s slithering fingers around the pole next to the couch, it’s appearing now, the monster i’ve always known. It makes it’s way towards me and i force my limp body out of my seat. It straightens it’s back, and starts to growl, i stand their expressionless and listen to it’s deep dark howl. It lifts it’s wolf like head and lets out a scream then it’s long dark fingers sew into me like thread. It sews and pulls and i can breathe no longer, i smile and wonder, this is some dream, to bad it’s no longer.