Tuesday, April 10, 2007

 

04.10.07

Oh, I can be mature--

You wouldn't like me when I'm mature...

This is the remix. Go 'head-- replay it.

I've got a fortress where my heart used to be.

I've got a silent fortress.

I see your silent fortress.

Show me the way to surrender my heart.

Kia, HE HAS ASTHMA!

Why is it, in any musical, that the villain's have the most badass songs?

I love taking psych classes because that's where they all hide.

You ever watch "The Shawshank Redemption"?

My favorite scene is when Andy locks the office door and plays music over the loud-speaker.

Yeah...

That's my favorite scene.

No one admits it, but they all want to be in on it.

They all want to be a part of something.

That's what I do, what I provide.

I give them a piece of the cheesecake.

I haven't stunted in a while.

It's something like... riding a bike.

Once you stop, it takes a while to get back into the groove of things.

My bad, yo.

It's a conspiracy, really.

They're trying to cut down the plurality that the asians have claimed here at UCSB.

Their one mistake?

They forgot to hit the theater...

The world went and got it itself in a big damn hurry.

It feels nice when someone runs their fingers through your hair.

I'm just saying.

Someday, the music will be too loud.

I intend to postpone that date.

The way I see it, none of us are immortal and a only a select few of us will be remembered by generations of the far future.

So, why not make ourselves memorable to those that are close and near to us?

And what better way to immortalize yourself in the memories of others than by living well and helping others when they need it and trying to better the environment around you?

I mean, really.

When did this become a competition?

What are you trying to prove? What is your life about?

I remember when age was such a dividing factor.

Starting in elementary school, the older kids were in a whole different echelon.

Come middle school and high school, they were the only ones you respected.

You ever get slightly nervous, not even knowing what to talk about with a person just 'cause were they were older but still part of your peer group?

It happens.

Even as freshmen in college they look young.

You can tell.

It's... odd.

It comes with age, I suppose.

I've dreamt about her thrice in a row now.

I doubt that I should be.

I haven't dreamt about her in that way since high school.

I'm not quite sure what it means.

My take is that it's just withdrawals, that longing.

But still, it felt good...

to be in those romantic situations--

dancing underneath the moonlight...

playfully chasing her in the rain...

defending her honor...

comforting her when tragedy struck...

having her blow out her candles in an intimate, unlit room on her birthday...

to just lie there, to embrace her with such ardor...

to tenderly place my lips upon hers.

It felt so warm, so real.

To gaze into a girl's eyes and have her level and decimate me beyond any aid except for hers--

it's a disaster that I'm willing to go through again.

=-=-=-=

She'll wear pajammy-jams or sweats, with a simple beater and no make-up.

And she will be the most breath-taking sight I'll have ever seen.

She'll have that natural, no-effort-needed beauty.

The kind of beauty that I wouldn't mind waking up next to in the morning.

She'll have that timeless beauty.

The kind that dates back to the origin of the word "woman" when cats would sit outside their caves and when Ms. Headturner walked by, they couldn't help but say to one another, "Wooo, man."

She'll have that paralyzing beauty.

The kind that stops, manipulates and bends light to its advantage.

She'll have that nerdy cuteness to her.

The kind that you'll want to keep to yourself because something such as that is comparable to the Holy Grail.

She'll have that quirky cuteness to her.

The kind that makes you want to just lay around for hours in the sheets and crack jokes while watching a movie.

She'll have that goober-iffic cuteness to her.

The kind that makes you want to show her off to your friends because she could definitely hang with, if not surpass, the boys.

She'll have that loveable cuteness to her.

The kind that makes you jus want to hold her tightly, in a warm embrace, in a loving spoon, cuddling for hours on end.

And her speech will notonly be tolerable, but articulate, eloquent and relevant as well.

The kind that's comboed with a soothing, euphonious and melodic voice.

The kind of voice that binds and compels you.

The kind that's unfair.

The kind of girl that's unfair.

Unfair, the fact that she exists, because she's everything that complements every measure of your being.

Unfair, because if she isn't taken, you know that she should be.

Unfair, because she doesn't even need to say a thing to make your day.

Unfair, because she is what you compare all others to.

Unfair, because you'd be willing to sacrifice all that you have for her.

Unfair, because you know you're not the only one that's thinking the very same thing.

Unfair, because despite all your self-assurance, she's the only one that could deter your actions.

Unfair, because you have to wait so long to meet her.

=-=-=-=

Don't let this siren cast her spell.

I can't really say I'm looking.

Maybe I just like spittin' text.

Winners work until they get it right.

Leaders work until they can't get it wrong.

Docking out...
-Ryan : we could be the greatest love song

Ryan posted this at 1:18 AM.