Just Some Conversation

Tyler Woodposted toAllison Watkins

June 4

i believe it would be rather fitting to converse with one another like gentlemen for the remaining days of our educational semester. it would be a splendid way to express our superior intellects :3 good day madam

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    Allison Watkins Kind knight, I agree with your proposed statement. We shall battle the encampments in the narrow streets of Williamson together for a small time of twelve glorious days.
    

    June 4 at 8:41pm ·  · 1
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    Allison Watkins and indeed, we shall converse in language that will enrage our fellow kingdom servants. Perhaps they will bow down to our gracious wisdom and unchallenged beauty!
    

    June 4 at 8:44pm ·  · 1
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    Tyler Wood and when the sun dawns on the morn of the thirteenth day. victory shall be ours!!!
    

    June 4 at 8:44pm ·  · 1
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    Allison Watkins And good sir, we shall be entirely victorious in our methods! As time passes though, I am terribly frightened to acknowledge that we will be eloping to our own journies to find new kingdoms and awaken the knowlege inside of our hearts!
    

    June 4 at 8:47pm ·  · 1
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    Tyler Wood but in seeking this knowledge that lies in the deepest valleys of our hearts, we will find wisdom. and any wise scholar knows that life's paths will always intersect with the paths of those who have journeyed beside us, so fret not my dear friend.
    

    June 4 at 8:51pm ·  · 1
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    Allison Watkins As should it be so! Should our paths cross in the near or distant future, warm welcomes will you always be greeted! I should hope that you send letters through our carrier pigeons, dear sir! Take heed, for mine of't become lost and travels off course.
    

    June 4 at 8:54pm ·  · 1
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    Tyler Wood the beauty of these birds is not in their ability to deliver the words that our dear friends scribe, but in their ability to always return home. and just like our animal companions of the avian sort, we will always return to our homes, and in returning to our homes, we shall also to return the ones who have accompanied us on life's journey, our friends.
    

    June 4 at 8:58pm ·  · 1
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    Allison Watkins I fear you have spoke the truth!
    

    June 4 at 9:00pm ·  · 1
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    Tyler Wood ah, the truth is much worth fearing, for it always speaks of which we do not wish to hear.
    

    June 4 at 9:01pm ·  · 1
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    Allison Watkins Indeed, it sometimes my delicate soul to hear such dreadful truths!
    

    June 4 at 9:06pm ·  · 1
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    Tyler Wood true wisdom is earned through the acceptance of the truth, but it is the lies that make the perilous journey of life bearable, as long as we do not entangle ourselves in the webs they create.
    

    June 4 at 9:12pm ·  · 1
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    Allison Watkins Brethern, I tire of speaking, tomorrow, we shall continue this admirable conversation.
    

    June 4 at 9:12pm ·  · 1
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    Tyler Wood i shall be waiting t continue this delightful discussion, until then, godspeed on your mind's journeys while your physical being slumbers.
    

    June 4 at 9:14pm ·  · 1
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    Allison Watkins May the odds be ever in your favor as you transverse the landscape of your dreams. Until we speak again, friend.

Henna

Henna idea for the boyfriend? Maybe a little less intense.

Obviously for me, but I think I might go a little more traditional.

Timeline..

Present

Summer - 2011

Summer - 2010

(Oh...you can see where this is going.)

Summer -2009 (I'm pretty positive.)

Summer - 2008 (yes, summer. I know, the date is off)

Oh look, first day of  seventh grade. Oh, my glory, what is this witchcraft?

Summer - 2007
(oh. it just keeps getting worse.)

2006

....told you.

Thank goodness I didn't stay the same since 2006. 

What's changed?

No more greasy bangs. 

Hair became darker with age... (2009, I'll admit, it was pretty light) As of this year, I finally dyed it.

Hair is also terribly longer.

Contacts!

Eyebrow hygiene. 

Whoa! Face chub has decreased significantly.

the ability to actually not put on makeup like a five year old.

and just for ol' times sake.

This One Guy..

Okay. Okay. Okay.

I'm totally lame.

But, I'm like, madly in love with this guy I know.

the really cool thing is that I happen to be lucky enough to be his girlfriend.

afdajlkjg;.

it's great.

ajkdjflsjls.

Memories.

Sometimes, I like to go through an old scrapbook I have of my first "serious" relationship.  Not because I'm not over what once was, but because sometimes it is nice to have a reminder of what used to be.... A refresher of the memories that used to be so important to me.

I'll admit, I used to cry when going through it.  The scrapbook made me sad and always had me wishing for those days back.  The more time passed, and the more I developed a new relationship, that sadness passed. Looking through it now... brings a sense of... happiness? It's hard to describe.  I'm not happy because I'm fond of the person or the memories, but I suppose I'm happy that I have them. I'm happy that they weren't demolished.  Because sometimes it's nice to look back.  

The same goes for old yearbooks.  Not that I cry when I go through them, they are an entirely different subject that the old scrapbook.  But it is so nice to have those memories to refresh your mind with.  Especially to laugh, and to even say: "Damn, glad that's over!"

I don't really have a reason for writing this, but I had just been thinking over memories I've had with multiple different people.  It always catches me off guard that a relationship, of any kind, between two people can change so fast.  In a lot of my relationships (boyfriends, bestfriends, friends, "parents") the changes that were happening were barely detectable while they were happening, but it always ended up that the person and I became strangers.  

On that note, it's also weird how someone you have so many memories of can become a stranger to you.  Someone that you may have promised till the end of time to always be friends. 

It always just amazes me.

Normal?

I'd (not literally) kill to have a normal family.

You know.  A mother, and a father, and perhaps a brother or sister who all live together.

Who all somewhat like each other.

And they wouldn't have to drive almost 20 minutes and spend gas money that could be used for an entire family to do something with, just to make both parents happy.

To have both parents get along, and be happy.

Even to have a fucking sit down meal and talk about how the day went for each of us?

That'd be wonderful. 

Or even to be able to call home and talk to both parents. 

To have one Christmas, one birthday, one Thanksgiving, or any one other holiday.

I hate choosing between either of them.

adfjkl. 

I hope I never, ever, ever have to do that to my kids (if I ever have any).

it's a terrible thing to do to a child.

These Motivational Speakers!

John Sundquist! He spoke at the PAFBLA State Conference!

He is very funny, and awesomely nice!

Another PAFBLA State Conference motivational speaker from last year:

Sam Glenn, is one of the best speaker's I've ever heard! 

(plus, he's a chalk artist!)

D'awh!

This is me when me lovely boyfriend tells me he loves me:

This is me when I tickle him:

When he tickles me:

When he tells me he loves me more:

Future.

Truth be told, my future tends to scare the shit out of me.

It's so... uncertain, and unclear.

Kind of like a dark room with a dim light, casting shadows that create irrelevant fear.

I don't know what I want to do with my life. 

I don't know if I'm going to be able to own my own house, or even provide better for any possible family I may have.

and that's scary.

favorite?

My favorite pokemon: Garchomp!

:D

Ah, Graduation!

Throwing our caps!

I'm dying.

I can't take a picture without looking stupid, especially in my hair dying shirt. -.-

Gosh.

But, I am dying my hair, once again. 

Auburn or some shit like that. 

Let's hope it turns out okay.

It's not too much different, but lighting changes the way it looks.
(ick. no makeup? FFFFF)

Best.

Today is full of wonderful things, literally!

Graduation is today, and I can't believe that I am graduating high school. It absolutely wonderful. 

I'm incredibly proud of all of my friends that are doing the same thing today.  

Graduation parties are everywhere, no doubt it will be a great beginning to summer.

On top of graduating, I have the best boyfriend, ever. 

Uhh, he's simply amazing.

Last night, was perfect, and I couldn't have wanted to anywhere else.

A little campfire, some s'mores, a beautiful night. 

Literally perfect. 

Good News, and Great News!

The good news is, is that I start work at Microtel on the 19th of June (Which also happens to be my birthday.)  It's pretty spiffy, since, I really needed a job that I could work 8 to 4 throughout the week and possibly weekends. (I really need some money for college books).

The great news is, is that I graduate Williamson Jr./Sr. High School on Saturday, June 16th.  It's spectacular and wonderful and also very scary.  It is what it is, I suppose!

Oh good God!

Coming to the realization that you have become one of those girls that post silly things about love, and even sillier things about the person she loves is almost horrifying. I always hated those stupid girls, who were always happy in a relationship. Of course, it might of been because I was jealous that they had someone who made them happy. Now I completely understand!

So. You guessed it, I'm probably going to post a million little things that make those silly little girls, who simply don't understand, angry. :D

The notebook, for sure! <3

                                       

    

          

ajfkdlajkflad

Found the sketchbook, thank goodness! (:

love!

Since I know he'll eventually see this,

It keeps seeming completely possible that he is the most amazing guy I've known, much less loved.

I'd write a bunch more to explain, but I can't possibly find the words to even start to make anyone understand.

It's been about a year since I first started hanging out with him.  

I  never dreamed that we would even get along, much less that I would ever be in love with him.

Incredible. Fantastic. Amazing.

Those aren't even close. 

Damn.

I've never known anything like this, at all.  He's like my best friend, and it doesn't matter what we're doing, I just enjoy being with him. I think he's so funny, and sweet, and not to mention gorgeous.

There is not a single soul who could make me smile the way he does <3.

I couldn't imagine even wanting anyone else. 

I want to scream.

I don't understand addiction.

I don't understand how it works and why it can control so much of someone's life.

Like honestly, I can't believe that my very own mother would fall back after just being great for a month.

After doing all this work.

Spending all this time thinking.

And not once does she think of the consequences that she not only puts on herself, but her daughter as well.

I'm angry. That's my first emotion, I think.

Then sadness, thinking maybe I could have changed something.

maybe then a depressed feeling, wondering where the hell things are going wrong.

Sometimes I just want to say "I'm done with your bullshit"

but I can't do that, she's my mother. 

My flesh, and my blood.

I just don't know how I'm supposed to be strong when I was never taught how.

Last full week of high school!

Has caused me to severely hate Williamson High School.

I just want to be done with it! Give me my finals, give me my diploma, and I'm out of here! 

Christ, they just drag it on, to make it terrible. Luckily, I only have to go til Wednesday of next week.

Thursday is Senior Breakfast, (at the Cracker Barrel!)

Friday is nothing,

and Saturday is graduation!

Yes!

Take it as you will, and I'm sorry for the horrible picture quality.
It's Medusa! I think I may (just might) take my time and use my nifty prismas to color her in.

Finally some art!

She's a bit misproportional, but no worry, she's a fucking snake woman, she doesn't have to be correct :D

so much time.

Just... take it for a moment, I'm going to go all sentimental and girly.

13 years ago and when I was five, I walked into my first day of school.  I don't remember then, but I'm pretty sure I cried for my father.  I couldn't bare for him to leave me there.  After a few days, I made friends, and pretty soon, I was excited to go to school everyday to see my friends.

I kept these friends for the next 13 years. Some have changed, others have stayed and some even moved away.  I don't know how it happened. I mean, I don't know time passed so quickly since I was 5.  I never dreamed graduation day would be so close. So touchable, when it used to be so intangible. I remember the day I graduated from 6th grade.  I received a medal to wear around my neck and I was so proud! Finally, all the stupid years of elementary school were over.

Little did I know! 

Next Saturday, at 11 a.m., I will be presenting a speech to my classmates. I will be telling them goodbye, some of them for the last time.  When I come to the thought that there are some people that I will never see again, it makes me sad.  Then I think about the underclassmen that I know and love as my friends.  I'll probably never see them again after I leave for college.  

I always thought it'd last forever.

I always thought I'd stay friend with those people forever.

I never thought it through to this point.

Job

I had a nifty job interview today.

Dressed up and everything! (I looked lovely!)

I think (almost positive) that I got the job.

So I'm celebrating. hehe.

Dreams.

I've been having dreams lately that I don't really remember, but there is a certain piece that keeps repeating itself in every dream that I have. Not a even a thing, it is a someone. It's is a guy, I'm supposing around my own age. He is never near enough to talk to, but he's always there, close to where I am. In no way in my dreams do I feel threatened him, I actually feel quite comforted.

So the guy is tall, (and skinny) around 6 feet. He had very short dark brown hair, and his eye color is like a grey/blue . He is always wear glasses, (black, top rimmed).  He's usually very happy. 

The funny thing about him, is that he is always wearing a white t-shirt with a pair of worn out jeans that have quite a few tears in them.  He never has shoes on, and follows me in bare feet. 

The only other odd thing is that he is always drinking a glass of milk.