Merry Christmas!

 

This is what I will fall asleep to tonight.

"Three Words, Eight Letters"

Gossip Girl is over. I am officially out of shows. And sadly, I am not satisfied with the goodbye. I didn't get a romantic scene from Chuck and Blair to watch over and over again. There was only one really great song, and it only lasted for 30 seconds. Gossip Girl, I gotta say, the young Bass with the bow-tie was not enough to make up for the lackluster finale. He should have had a curly-haired sister at least.

But I still love you. On Thursday I wore a headband and my watch-locket from the Empire State Building to honor you. I didn't wake up in time to curl my hair, but I did my best without my own Dorota.

I guess it's time to start my Dawson's Creek marathons again.

waiting

While writing in school, I would sometimes physically feel this rush of inspiration, and I would know exactly what the essay should be. After putting the idea into words, I would look back at what I had just written and be amazed that it had come from me. It was too complete, nearly perfect. I had found a piece of my truth. I guess this is what I am waiting for right now. I want an epiphany to surge through me and leave me with a vision of my future so gleaming that I know it wasn't really from me.

An Epigram

Hearts break for what wasn't there, not for what was.