To my wonderful Crimson Tide, 

I love you guys so much. I have been with you many years, despite cruel jokes from my brothers and distaste from my father. I have backed you up against Tennessee, while shouting at my stepfather via phone, and I laughed and cheered at Tebow's tears. You guys have accomplished so much!!! I am so proud of you!
Now, all I am asking for is another victory. Just beat the ever loving crap out of Texas in the BCS game, and I won't ask for anything else. In order to win, you guys need to take the next 14 days seriously. Please take care of yourselves!
GOOD LUCK GUYS! 

Love,

A teenage Alabama fan

Candlelight procession for the Christmas Holiday: North Carolina, USA

Je m'appelle Katherine.
I am a clumsy 20 year old student, born and raised in New York.

I am childhood education major with a concentration in sociology.
On the side I'm a musician, amateur photographer and a hockey fan.
I'm a music dork at heart and smile when my wind shield wipers or blinkers are in time with the music I'm listening to. don't judge.
Piano is my primary instrument. I also play violin, viola, drums and guitar. I'm teaching myself guitar and still learning drums.
Teaching piano and violin to little kids is how I earn money, for now.

I am in love with photobooths and can spend a ridiculous amount of money on them.

I have 2 baby water turtles. Franklin and Indie. 

I often update with pictures and write about things that happen in my life, along with my thoughts, dreams, nightmares, my consistent questioning of my sexuality, etc.

I'm looking for new friends and new journals to read.

feel free to add. take care & happy holidays =]


c'est moi.

Dear Santa,

You are the prefect lie all across the world, I mean, how in the world can you get all around the world in one night by reindeer with a giant bag of toys for all the good boys and girls? How can you get into their houses if they don't have fire places?

Easy! All around the world in one night? PSH! Hello! It is called different time zones! So it makes it easier to give all the Aussies and whatnot their gifts first then go east to west. Duh. (Or is it west to east. Oh well!)

Reindeer? Clearly they are magical, duh.

The giant bag of toys? Well, you just packs them all up for the country he is going too then since the different time zones just goes back to the North Pole for a little rest and to get the rest of the gifts.

Fire places? Clearly, you use the front/back door. Suh.

See I have you all figured out Santa.

But I really need to know how you are treating those elves? All you do is check the naughty and nice list twice. So what?

The elves are working their little fingers bloody while you eat cookies and drink milk.

Don't mess with elves, they'll cut you.

From,
Casey

Dear          ,

You're here. There is an opportunity staring straight at me in the face and I am not taking action. I don't have the guts to. It's an insane, ridiculous, terrible idea and I'm frustrated with myself for thinking of it in the first place.

It's obvious now that however many times I state, "I'm over it," to myself or others, it is not valid for anything. Even without communication for weeks, a simple little blip in that time plot is enough for me to resort to taking a few steps back to calm down any conflicting emotions -- and by conflicting emotions, I mean still wanting.
Not being over,
Still hoping,
Still wishing,
Still thinking,
Still missing;
It's all still maddening.

It's been two-and-a-half years since it first began. It's been one-and-a-half years since it first ended. Or, at least, it was supposed to.

That one evening before it was all gone was too close to perfect. It wasn't perfect, but it was close enough. Maybe if that evening didn't exist, this situation of emotions wouldn't be occurring.. maybe, or maybe not.

We were such kids. Aren't we supposed to get over things like that? Learn to let go? Or does it take longer for it to happen? I tried tricking myself into believing I was over it, but I now realize that it only works when that blip is non-existent.

The reason why it was so much more different and the fall that much higher was because of who you are.. is because of who you are. Your character. Personality. The stark line in the sand between you and the rest..

Or maybe I'm just -- still -- feeding into the thoughts of the young whilst I'm writing this.
Get real and grow up. Grow up and get real.
The thoughts of yesterday are petty in comparison to the thoughts of today..

..but I'm still feeling this feeling that I don't want to feel.

A reply is something I still have yet to receive now, and it's for the better if the rest of the night does not hold one for me. Oh, but I may have spoke too soon.. the blue is blinking. I don't want to check. I don't want to know that it's you, yet I don't want to know that it isn't.

I'm waving to this opportunity as it passes me by. Don't worry, though, dear opportunity, you will be sorely missed. Tomorrow, or the next day, will be spent with anguish in my mind, conjuring up possible possibilities that this night could have nurtured.

I'll continue with the facade. This is me, making things more difficult for myself.
It isn't anything new.

Have a nice, fine pre-Christmas eve.

Truly, though not yours,
    .

Love everyone.

Dear Texas football team:
Kick butt in the BCS Championship game. Alabama needs a good slap in the face. Their egos are too inflated.
Although I'm not a particular fan of yours, please do this for me. It would make this loss & Tim Tebow's tears not so bad.
- A rather upset Florida fan

My fingers were slipping down your spine
As if they were doing the warm-up for a piano play
Your heart beat strong, you said you were all mine
And deep inside I felt that you would stay
With me this night,
Until the sun will rise again
You did forgot your pride
You said we were no longer friends
I’ve got the confidence
To take you to the stars
With zero tolerance
You’ve been caressing all my scars

Привет мои будущие друзья! Меня зовут Ксения, и не так давно я завела себе блог! В нем каждый для себя может найти что-то интересное: о моде, кино, поэзии, новостях, интерсные фото и видео материалы, о Докторе Хаусе, заметки из моей жизни и мои мысли ! Очень часто я устраиваю различные опросы и поэтические конкурсы с денежными призами! А сегодня я написала пост, посвященный новогодним подаркам! И если вы еще озадачены этим вопросом, то прошу ко мне в гости!



Френжу взаимно!kskorchagina

Dear N,

How many inebriated letters am I going to write you, honestly?

You were on my mind too much last night, all things considered. (Tonight as well, of course, but it's not quite so inappropriate to be thinking of you tonight).

There's still that part of me that's so convinced you feel something. (Half of my heart's got a real good imagination). Or why else would you still be prodding at me, putting in just enough contact to keep my latent hopes alive?

Goddamn, this isn't fair. You're always just on the edge of my mind, just barely on my thoughts, but you always stay there. I can't tell Colin I love him because it wouldn't feel fair to him- or myself, or even you- to tell him that even if I know it's true, when I still have these feelings for you. What the hell is this? What keeps us attracted, what keeps us coming back to one another? Why do we have to make it so hard for each other to forget? It's hard to explain my feelings for you- I don't want you, but at the same time, I want nothing more than to be back in your arms. I do love Colin, and I'm happy with him- but I can't lie. Sometimes my mind just goes away when I'm with him, and I'm back with you, I'm back on the porch. I'm back to the last day before school when I pressed my leg against yours and told you I'd stay for one last movie. I'm back to the anxious, anticipatory way you looked up at me when I got the movie out of the DVD player and shifted in your seat, suddenly struggling to find words to cover your nervous excitement.

("Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me, cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see. I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe- there, I just said it: I'm scared you'll forget about me.")

But I am so afraid you'll stop. So afraid that one day, you will move on and leave behind whatever nothing this is without a backwards glance. That you'll do as I've done and find someone to really be with, someone who is allowed to openly love you. One day you'll find a girl you actually like, and actually want to be with, and I'm going to look at her and it's going to hurt. It shouldn't, because I am with Colin, and you'd be doing only what I have been trying to do since April. But I feel like you can't- just can't date anyone- it would just hurt too much, it would be so painful and humiliating to see you happy with her when I can't be perfectly happy without knowing you're somewhere in the background.

What in the hell is wrong with me? I want you, I want you so badly, I can't have you, I don't want you. I feel like IMing you, though I know it's a horrible idea- the next contact attempt has to be yours, doesn't it? I feel like that's the way this game works- it's your turn, and I can't explain why. (This is all me being high, and half of this is probably irrelevant). I won't IM you tonight- it would make me seem too eager, as you only commented on my facebook yesterday.

I haven't seen you at all this week, which is weird, but I think that's probably a good thing. I will tomorrow, however. Will I wear my silver rings, or my gold? We'll see.

Ugh, fuck this entire letter! Fuck my THC-fueled train of thought- fuck myself and inability to be satisfied with the amazing thing I have now. Colin has so much potential to be amazing. If he'd stop making so many declarations of love and how I'm the one and such I could be in love with him, real love- not what I feel for you. That's not love, that's infatua-

No, it's love, who am I kidding?

Fuck you.

S.

PS: This is going on the top five of embarassing letters to you.