one last blog...for what's left of this year

Goodbye 2010! 


So many things happened this year that they are really hard to recall, so I won't. (got new friends and acquaintances, some acquaintances became friends, and some friends became acquaintances, and I had crazy 3am-awesome all-nighters, discovered tumblr, got my first ever hickey, visited Hogwarts, and spent more money than ever...) But what's best I enjoyed every single adventure because every one of them taught me something. like, if you want to make it early to see the sun come up by the beach you need to wake up at 5am; if you dont want to get sick on a hectic trip keep yourself from eating hamburgers; dont get into non-serious dating or whatever relationships (especially when you want the non-serious to become serious); DONT LEAVE YOUR KEYS LOCKED UP INSIDE YOUR CAR; dont leave you car on if you happen to leave the keys locked up inside the car; if you fall, check you dont have a heavy object above your head before getting up; if you're good at something become a tutor for that something. I mean, this year has been a BEAST! *meow* LOL


The future will soon become the present, and my present rocks! that's why my past is on the hall of fame. Sooo, I will make the best of the next year, I promise. I don't always keep my promises, so I promise to keep more promises :)


Latest News: As soon as the clock hits the 00:00HRS of Jan 1st,  the year 2011 will declare itself in state of emergency due to the arrival of Laura Alonso, the one who will turn 21 and bring down the house =D
Semi-dark room, mysterious person suddenly turns around, and in between the shadows says *Bond, James Bond voice*: "....Hi there 2011, I've been waiting for you..."
TO BE CONTINUED -->>

Taylor Knott... again

He's to damn cute. He should go to prison for being so damn good at getting me to sigh, like it should be considered a crime after the third strike in the spam of one week only.... Take a look at his latest poem

Should We

Should we swim in these sheets?
Should we float on the blankets
and hold our breath as the pillows
crash on top of us?
Should we tear off these swimsuits
and swim naked under the waterfalls
of our headboard?
Should we kiss under the whitewash
of the down comforter atop us
and marvel at the light that decorates our faces
as it passes through all the places where the
feathers have shifted?

Should we dance on this mattress?
Should we waltz and two-step and tango
on the sheets stretched tight against
the bed below us?
Should we spin and sway and dip
and fall off the bed
into a pile of laughter and applause?
Should we dance under the spotlight
of the moon and the stars
and the audience of planets
that orbit around us
and only us?

Should we paint each other with kisses?
Should we sketch with our fingertips
on the canvases of our bodies?
Should we work off the clay of
our clothing and scrape and mold
and peel back the layers of life
and time and ache covering
the people we were meant to be?
Should we be the artists
and be the canvases and be
the paintbrushes and should
our kisses be the paint?

Should we burn our story into our skin?
Should we be the authors and the poets
the writers and the dreamers
that give shape to the floating fragments
of all we have yet to do?
Should we give a voice to the silence
lingering between your skin
and mine?
Should we close that space now
once and for all and watch the scattering
of the words that make our story
when our chests collide?

Should we?

-Tyler Knott Gregson-