Your HOT

You know, I reaaally can't stand it when the ugliest guy in the room takes a hit..on me.

He walks over, in his best...baggy jeans and a comforming tee that usually is black or white..he wears a hat, or maybe he is clean shaven, but still walks up to me, slowly, and he think he's the flyest guy in all of the nation.. or at least here at the party, and as he's walking, he slicks his hair, touches his blue LA Dodger hat, and licks his lips and says.."Your Hot"

Excuse me?
Uhhh thanks..

He then smiles, and I notice his teeth are pretty yellow..and as I'm dying to make a run for it, I can't hekp but notice Mr. Wow standing 5 feet away..and he's tall, thin, covered in ink, he has a beard, and he's wearing a beanie..I think I can feel my knees..getting..weak.

Ay, so can I get your number?

And then reality strikes

HUH?

Oh, umm..well, I don't have a phone at the moment..sorry

I see Mr. Wow say goodbye to all of his friends, and the women trying SO hard to make him their nightly companion for later..

I can't get away from this dude, why does he want my number? So he can text me and say stuff like "Hows ur day?"
I don't want to let him know how my day is going, as far as I'm concerned, he's ruining it right now!

Oh, hey sorry, but I gotta run, nice talking to you..

'Where ya goin, beautiful?'

I gotta go, talk to you later!

I have to hurry up before Mr. Wow disappears out of sight..

I can't walk in these damn 6 inch heels..oh no, there he goes!
He's headed for the door!

So like the idiot I'am I run after him, knowing very well I wasn't looking down, and so like the idiot I'am, I trip..over a beer bottle..

And then all I see is red carpet..
and then everything blacks out...

And then...I wake

Hey..

Heyy...

Hello..hey miss are you ok?
I saw you fall when I was walking out

OH
my
GOD

It's Mr. Wow...


Here, let me help you up..

So I dust myself off..

Oh, thank you, I'm sorry, hey you didn't have to help me out though.

Well, I saw you fell pretty hard, so I wanted to help you out, it's not a problem

Adn then he smiles.

I did fall pretty hard.

I'm falling even harder for him..but he doesn't even know!

Today, is your birthday, dad.

Happy Birthday to my father.
On the 18th day of May, back in 1970.

You and I always had the most awkward bond
laughing
joking
yelling
conversating
but with each day we've grown together
and we've grown apart

But I'am blessed to have such a strong figure in my life

Now you may not have made the best decisions, but you've always put your children first


I admire that


Happy birthday, dad.
I love you.

I can't love someone who just broke my heart.

I really don't know what else to say.

I guess it doesn't help when you look at me that way.

You never say a word, so how can we really be a couple?

We don't think alike and you hate when I write, so should we just break up then?

But then you tell me me no. But then I ask you why.

You kiss me on the head and then you go to work. I see you out the door, almost motionless, but still full of some minor affection.

Should we just break up?

But then you say I should be greatful for what I have. Be greatful for you? But your not even greatful for me.

How could I be greatful for someone who really doesn't care for me?

Im stuck here now, with you. It's not always this easy.

I wish it was. When I saw you for th first time I was weak in my 5'1 knees.

Oh, you. You may never be forgotten. But today, tomorrow and the next day, your always here to stay.

I miss you. Do you miss me? I mean it with all my heart.

You do? You really do? My goodness honey, I love you too.

It's hard to see if you even like me. But really, you love me?

Oh, I wish this to be true. I always wanted someone to love only me. I wish it was you.

But you don't love me. You love the idea, the thought of me. The actuality of me being around. The realness of me kissing you on your cheek before you go to work.

And every night when you come home, I'm there waiting for you in our small little home and dinner is right there fully prepared. I love you

But do you really love me? Do you really?

I wish you did. I wished I loved you as much as I wish I could.

Oh darling, you make me sad. I wish there was a part of you who really loved me.

I wished there was a part of me who really could believe that you really loved me.

You don't love me, do you?

Should we just break up? Why do you keep telling me that you love me!

I know you don't. Let's break up this pretend love right now. I know you don't mean what you say. I loved you, I really loved you. I cared for you, I loved you, I believed in you, I believed in every word you said, in every effort you ever gave.

But now, now I know that you don't love me. No more of the wasted pretend. I can't love you, I can't love you. I can't love somebody who doesn't love me.

Why do you continue to just stand there! Say something! Say you love me! Say it!

Oh, you love me?

Really darling, you love me? Do you mean that?

You do...

Well, I..

I...used to love you.

How could I love someone who just broke my heart.

What is a smile

I'm just a drenched little girl who dances on her own

No friend for a comfort session, oh no

No little boy to chase for a cup of tea? Oh I think not

No frilly little dress to await me at the dance? Oh my no

I'm just a drenched little girl who smiles at nothing

No pretty shoes to perfect my stature? No, no

No audience to watch me in the streets? No not today

Will I get out of bed this morning? No, Im just a drenched little girl who can't get out of bed

Leave me here, leave me here with nothing, let me be drenched here amongst myself with nothing

Will I dance to this song? No I do not like it

Why don't I like it? I just dont

Why can't I be a happy little girl? Because Im just a drenched little girl who smiles at nothing.

Why won't I dance anymore? Because nothing makes me happy

I'm just a drenched little girl, who is happy with nothing.

I won't change for you, not even right now

I wont't change for you, we can spend the whole semester sewing out on the cold beach front but I swear I won't change

I know what I saw, and you don't know how I feel, but I swear I won't change

There's not enough words, but only enough photos to realize whats inside that head of yours

Maybe Im wrong, maybe Im just a little bit insane, maybe I have had my share of long sewing runs on the beach for too long..but I swear I wont change

I cant do it, I cant be pretty one, I'll only fail for you

I cant be your precious china doll, I will break and I know I wont change

Don't change me, don't to to recreate me, because you'll only break me

I know what I saw, I know what you think inside your head when you close your eyes and go to bed

No more semester sewing nights on the beach...you know I stick to my word and you know I wont change

not for anyone, not for you, you should walk away, don't do this, I can't take it, close your eyes, let me go my separate way, I just can't take it

Don't hold me, let go of my hands, no please don't try to kiss me, don't force your pretend love on me, it's just not enough

I can't watch myself be destroyed, let me continue as I was before you came along

Don't call me tomorrow, because I wont let you call me back

No need to say sorry, no no, there's no need for that

Just pretend you never met me, yes yes I know, easier said than doen, but honey I swear this is our last goodbye

I can promise you that

In case I wasn't asked..

An Interview with the real B.C
By: L.H

So tell us, what was High School like for you?

Well you see I was the type of person who always stood out, but I was always uncharacteristically shy and quiet around who I thought were the popular kids at my school. I was super duper shy!!

Your totally not like that now! How would you describe your style back then over those years?

Haha, I like these questions! Well freshmen year I was a big matchy, matchy prep. I was always changing my hair, makeup and style every now and then. I wanted to be “cool” like everyone else and have Abercrombie shirts and Hollister zippies. It took me a long time, and my parents advice to realize that being yourself is the best kind of style. By the time I reached my last 3 years I became more eclectic. I still am.

What a story! What is your ideal career?
Fashion Designer & Fashion Photographer

Nice! I can see that. You do have a very individualistic way of showing off your flair for fashion. Anyone in particular that inspires you?
Aw, how sweet! Thank you! Umm I have tons! From random teenage girls, to celebs and my mother back when she was younger. She really does inspire me. Cant forget my father as well!

What was her style like?

She was New Wave, Punk Rock and Valley Girl all summed up in one.

That explains your talent! What was your father’s style like?
My dad was a sportster (jock), and a break-dancer. He had the coolest ideas, some you might have seen in the movie Beat Street. He had major break-dancer flair along with a hip-hoppy vibe. I’m still influenced by that.

Your parents sound very awesome! Are they supportive of you with your hopes of becoming a Fashion Designer?
My mother is behind me 100% no matter what. She too, had hopes of becoming a fashion designer and is the biggest critique ! My dad just wants me to be happy and successful in whatever I do. They push me, but it’s only because they care.

That’s good. Do you think we’ll be seeing some of your designs in the near future?

It’s a possibility! I’ve been sketching whenever I can and inspiration always comes to me.

Well we certainly think you have something special! Keep using those awesome talents and keep reaching for the stars!

Thank you! So much! See you soon! -L.H

Will you please let me in?

I could only hope and pray that all of you and possibly the world could change.

I lived my youth in darkness and shadowed my pain by false affections playing the young love game

I spent my days with countless toys, trading one for another an another by the hour

I covered my tears with laughter and cloaked my deepest secrets in bold colors of living

I was self aware, self sufficient, I knew what I was doing

Never more sure at the time than for anything in my life

Full of stories, full of lies, full of secrets, full of games

I could only hope and pray that all of you and possibly the would could change

I lived my adolescence in hiding, but near you in very much a plain sight

Clear views right in front you, but my definitions were misplaced, my meaning was missing

All of us full of rage, going crazy, exploding from day to night

I saw you in your circles of commotion

Was I not invited?

I must've misplaced my golden invite

Too many days I have not seen, for it is too late to take the time and find that spot and go rewind

Things of such manner should not really matter

Your words, your apparel your appearance was only a false empediment of what evokes you

Take this time to be released, free yourself from life's harm, be wild, roam and wake up to equal liberty

Rise to a brighter day, a warmer night where you are among all of the rights,positives and always level up to a better height

Frolic with the sky, holding you to your life's destination at last..find yourself flowing in the wind with the birds guiding your soul to a peaceful place we have yet to know as our only unknown...