One Word

Drag

feet. run. breeze. fall. over. relationship. happy. laugh. cry. salt. bitter. angry. red. love. lust. reality. relent. relentless. strong. wall. breakdown. friends. family. forever. time. tick. clock. school. listen. study. lack. motivation. goals. dreams. stars. heaven. hell. trials. heartache. lessons. learning. patience. patients. sick. winter. cold. gloves. scarf. snowman. snow. man. boy. girl. you. me.

Direct Orders

You have been given a direct order to rock the heck out.
Rock out like you were one of the first 100 callers. Like your grandpa mentioned you in the will. Rock out like you just found the cure for cancer. Like your rock out is the cure for cancer. Like your rock out will make cancer disappear.

Rock out like it'll solve all your problems. Like your moves will help you remember all the answers on your AP test. Rock out like it'll make that one person fall in love with you. Like it will bring Bill Nye back to life.

Rock out like you just won the Hunger Games. Like Jef and Emily got back together. Rock out like you don't have a choice. Wait, no. Rock out like you do have a choice and you've decided to rock the heck out.

Things to do When You're Depressed

Play doodle jump

Cruise the canyon

Read a book

Take a yoga class
Belt your favorite song

Paint your nails

Buy new shoes

Find a cuddle buddy

Eat good food

Wash your car

Go shopping 

(with your parents $$)

Get a dog tag

Go see a movie

Walk around your house, naked

Play tennis

Fill up your gas tank

(with your parents $$)

Rearrange your bedroom

Put iPod on shuffle

Just cry

Drink hot chocolate

My Bones

My bones are too loud.
It's probably because I don't have the guts to listen.
My bones are telling me to talk to you. To tell you exactly how I feel.
They're yelling at me every time I forget to look you straight in the eye.
They rattle in frustration when I pass you in the halls without saying hello.
They're telling me to just let go.
To just believe you feel the same way I do.
My bones are shouting now.
They're quivering in irritation.
Stop being so insecure.
He'll accept you for you.
But I'm still not listening.
They're screaming now. 
Now's your chance!
Stop over thinking it.
Stand up straighter.
Smile more.
I hear them, but I don't respond. 

My bones are quiet now. 
They've given up.
And I don't blame them. 

Dear Skeeter Phelan,

Here I am, just taking my test for Interior Design, and I go to maybe read some blogs from my creative writing class and I see you are signed into your blog! I am a huge fan of your blog, but remember to log out of your account because you can never be sure someone as awesome as me will find it open.
your welcome for not taking advantage of your blgo too much:)