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."
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."
posted by Molly at 10:54 PM
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Nice quote. It brought a little tear to my eye.
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