Boy Meets Girl @ MindSay

So our characters had started at a new college, with a future ahead of them, of not only fun times but scary and weird times. Experiences that would build them like blocks and knock them down again, much the same as a two year old's tower.

So we have Ella, the quiet girl, throughout highschool she worked hard at her sports and looked after her sisters. Spoilt by her parents, she knew this was true and loved every minute of it.

Abbie, an innocent girl who surprised us in our first year by getting 'friendly' with a boy in a movie theatre. On a trip to a movie marrathon, we heard that in the theatre next to us she got more out of the movie then we did. But isn't that half the fun of knowing your friends, when they do something utterly out of the ordinary! Surprises keep us guessing...

Candy a girl who had partied hard with me, she was a daring type who was always up for a good time, with her bestfriends being her own Mum she was fighter and would stand by you till the bitter end.

And myself, a girl who felt she had found the love of her life, a kind boy who she had been bestfriends with forever. I believed he would never leave my side. We did everything together and it was hard to seperate us. Life seemed perfect for all of us, well so it seemed..

The beginning of College for some of my friends was spent doing a lot of deep and meaningful bonding, the incident before College put alot of emotional strain on many of my friends and the thing I noticed about human endurance is that even through hard times, friends pull through and help one another. The love that is friendship is amazing and they are the ones that will forever be there for you. Some days my friend, one who will just stay nameless, would come to drama, feeling down and in despair. Her heart would be heavy with memories of a frightening event, of things she had lost forever. As some will know drsma can take a tole on ones feelings as you try to mold your mind into another character, this tole would throw a sinker in the centre of our hearts. We would sit on the beanbags, holding one another, thinking of the things we had been through and willing ourselves to look at the future, as the future is what we must move on to.

Notes:

 *There are ten words in flowing form, shifting into all that we know and speak. What is to know but to speak? Anything and nothing at all.

*When born a unicorn, do be sure to run barefooted in basements where people are drinking themselves incoherent, unzipped and rolling inside the clashing boundries of skull and bone and aura.

*When one meets a round haired boy named Tex and is revilling in the beauties of human contact, remember that although going home with him and with the lovely boy you came with, along with assorted others, which include Tex's pleasent eyed welcome mouthed stare eyed beautygirl and his roomate who resembled a certian morman I once met, and was henceforth named MORMON JOE, is full to the brim with wonderlust and glad-marrowed exctatic sprawling, it is subject to bring about afew aquward good mornings when the time comes for sobriety and a lack of recognition of he whom you last night loved to the ends of the earth.

*Windows by rivers bring about a sad reminiscance of the life I life behind, blanketed in silence waiting for she who spoke telephone wires through her chest when I was younger.

 *Tequila explodes into eyesight and tips to revelation or to black roomed nausea. The former is forever the case in the land of Nod, my current residence for the next 7 milliosplosions.

* Rough and happy Shiftings on sheets and a kiss around the corner of a wall and all of the night was running, naked and cool and happy like a bathtub gin baby, blossoming and blooming into wilt arm around turned face, stuck suspended in a slept night and a dreamless sleep.

*Gala Eluard lives. She takes up abode on the inside of my chest and roots herself three thousand times around each appendage and limb and mark of charechter.

*Small statured frail boys with furrowed brows and darkened hair should keep their pond scum eyes from my treaded path. Fortunatly, I've wings, and defiance of gravity is no longer any problem for me. Your nothing, little queenie, find yourself happiness in the silent monstrosities of your posture. But not a movement matters to me any longer truly, I've fallen into arms and moments lived and snowshod nothing, grass stains are nothing and this world is beautiful without them.

*Trainrides track side in a dehydrated morning daze in which my head would float aproximatly 6.357 feet to my left side in Spainish mission hill bodegas. goodbye to the ones the ones and only, the three four five, stream of steam and smoke and faces, fast and follow, and your passion was what saved me.

I LOVE.

*lana*