Everything up till now; November 14, 2011

It's been a long while. Did you miss me? My last post was in July so I'll see what I can do to get you up to date. First of all I should let you know that I'm getting married. I was ambushed on the top of a mountain by my loving boyfriend and his co-conspirator Jacoby.  They conned me into making a Youtube video. (Video Here) Which I actually finished and uploaded.
Apparently Corbyn had been planning this for a long while. He had asked both my parents for permission. He asked me vague questions about my ring size and favorite gems. (Not at the same time mind you) He chose a sapphire with an almond cut, with small diamonds and aquamarines to highlight the ring. The ring was made with white gold, which is absolutely lovely with the blue jewels. Corbyn told me if I had said no, he would have chucked the ring as far as he could off the side of the mountain. Which would have been terribly sad to say the least. But he didn't have to worry about it. I love this man as much as one person can.
I guess this would be a good time to tell you that I lost that beautiful ring. It was lost for one week. the first day me, Corbyn, and Brianna went through the kitchen, strip searched the clothes I had been wearing.  I had my whole family ripping apart the house trying to find it. I even did a demolition cleaning in my room. This means I ripped everything off the shelves and out from under my bed, searching for my ring. My mom was convinced that it was lost somewhere in my room. I, on the other hand, was not so sure. I was convinced that it had to be close to the last place I remembered having it, which was in the kitchen.  But I kept looking just to be sure. We checked vents, took apart sinks, and even dissembled the dryer. In the end, I found it in the washing machine. My mom came to the conclusion that it was in my pocket the whole time. But like I said before, we checked my pockets, and we did it three times. So it began a mystery and it ended a mystery.  :P

Brecca Dearest

I've been reading my friend's stories. They make me want to sing, or create, build and destroy. Her stories have so much love and pain with just a touch of insanity. The very essences of Brecca. She makes me look at the world in a different light. I find myself looking for the things that she describes so eloquently. I've thought a lot about her recently. I want her to find that man she writes about. I want him to deserve her, and I want him to love her the way she needs to be loved. She's such a sad soul for such a happy girl. I see her smiling but I feel her tears. Her smiles only last as long as her company. When she's by herself, that loneliness might be consuming her. The pain could almost to much to bear. I want that sad soul to find a reason to be happy.