I like pink very much, Lois.

Lois Lane is here to save the day!



I guess this isn't too much of a post, but here is the most amazing thing ever:

Can you read my mind? Do you know what it is that you do to me? I don't know who you are. Just a friend from another star. Here I am, like a kid out of school. Holding hands with a god. I'm a fool. Will you look at me? Quivering. Like a little girl, shivering. You can see right through me. Can you read my mind? Can you picture the things I'm thinking of? Wondering why you are... all the wonderful things you are. You can fly. You belong in the sky. And I... could belong to each other. If you need a friend... I'm the one to fly to. If you need to be loved... here I am. Read my mind.

Summertime is Here!

Ah, the sweet, sweet symphony that is summer. It is finally here. And let me tell you, I am enjoying it. I haven't stayed up too terribly late yet (I think the latest was 4:00 at Madison's), but haven't been going to bed too early, either (case in point right now). I've gotten to do some pretty fun stuff so far and have already fallen into the soap opera pit of Young and the Restless. I'm cringing thinking about what I'll miss when I'm at OSAI. Which brings up my next point.
Most of my time lately has been spent thinking about the said arts camp I'm attending for two weeks in creative writing. I'm pretty nervous, but pretty excited, too. I'm mostly fearing the poetry, but I know it will work itself out! I now have the two prerequisite poems finished. They're kind of stupid, but I don't really care. It's not my strength, and I tried my best. Maybe I'll post them. I'm mainly scared of being homesick, but at least there will be seven other people from Tahlequah there. That should help.
One thing that's nice about summer is I'll be able to update my blog more frequently. I think I might do with it what Sarah is doing with her's, kind of, and post some of my writing on here. I'm not sure, though. I think on Sunday, I will try and update a new chapter of my fanfic. Yay!

Anyway, I don't have much else to say, so I'll end it with this:

Spike: "You listen to me. I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I'd prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker; I follow my blood, which does not always rush in the direction of my head. So I've made a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years, only one thing I've ever been sure of. You. Look at me. I'm not asking you for anything. When I tell you that I love you, it's not because I want you, or 'cause I can't have you, it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try... I've seen your strength, and your kindness, I've seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You are a hell of a woman. You're the one, Buffy."