I only wanna be with you…

I don’t know what it is that makes me love you so
I only know I never want to let you go
’cause you’ve started something
Oh, can’t you see?
That ever since we met
You’ve had a hold on me
It happens to be true
I only want to be with you
It doesn’t matter where you go or what you do
I want to spend each moment of the day with you
Oh, look what has happened with just one kiss
I never knew that I could be in love like this
It’s crazy but it’s true
I only want to be with you
You stopped and smiled at me
And asked if I’d care to dance
I fell into your open arms
And I didn’t stand a chance
Now listen honey
I just want to be beside you everywhere
As long as we’re together, honey, I don’t care
’cause you’ve started something
Oh, can’t you see?
That ever since we met
You’ve had a hold on me
No matter what you do
I only want to be with you
Oh, oh, you stopped and you smiled at me
And asked if I’d care to dance
I fell into your open arms
And I didn’t stand a chance
Now hear me tell you
I just want to be beside you everywhere
As long as we’re together, honey, I don’t care
’cause you’ve started something
Oh, can’t you see?
That ever since we met
You’ve had a hold on me
No matter what you do
I only want to be with you
I said no matter, no matter what you do
I only want to be with you

 

Habits, novels, and coffee shops

The thing about habits is they take a long time to make and once you’re in them you like them, but they’re really easy to get out of.

Good habits, I mean. Bad ones are the opposite.

This time last year I was sitting exactly where I am sitting right now: I was sitting in a coffee shop. I was also doing exactly what I’m doing right now: I was writing. The difference is last year I got somewhere, this year I feel like I’m a dog chasing its tail.

Last summer I wrote a 60K word novel in three weeks, read tons of books, and taught art camps. this year I am getting up at 11 (because that’s when my alarm goes off to remind me to take my medicine) and I’ve written about four sentences, and read a half a novel. I’ve crochet-ed (is that a word?) a lot of things for donation (I still haven’t come up with a name for my ministry) and planned my art camp, but haven’t gotten around to making the samples yet.

I’m trying not to stress though, because I have an internship in a few weeks, and I need to get my wrecked-car back in shape. My novel is sort of on the back burner.

But not for long. Because I’m making a change.

From now on my schedule will be:

• Wake up at 6
• Pilates, PT, jump rope, and stretch
• Go to a coffee shop (the one I’m in now, because their coffee is AMAZING and only a buck fifty in your own cup) and work on my novel!
• Go to the library (just around the corner from the CS) and work on schoolwork and crafty stuff
• Do whatever else I have to do that evening.
• Go to bed early.

(you can mix in talking to Spheal whenever I get cell service.)

at least that's the plan.

Starting Monday. since today is Saturday, and tomorrow is church.

I miss Spheal like mad.

also last semester at school my Zune got stolen. yesterday my paycheck came in, and I found a zune on amazon for really cheap. so I got it.

I CAN'T WAIT. mostly because my CD player in my car ruins cds. now I'll be able to listen to music and audiobooks without worrying about my stupid car.

here. have a cute picture of penguins in sweaters.

I hate putting titles on posts when im tired.

So I'm trying to wake up early more, so I can study, and do my Bible study and work out (because I haven't done any sort of exercise in like three weeks). I got up at 6 yesterday and got all sorts of great things done, but at 8:30 I went to bed because I was so tired, I couldn't even crochet.

This morning I got up at 6 again, and sat on my chair for an hour. So that was wasted time. Then I went to the bagel shop—because rather than wash my dishes so I could eat breakfast in my room, I spent the hour sitting on my chair wishing John was with me. I got my coffee (well, espresso drink) and a muffin, and found a couch in the University Center, and sat down to knit or study or something… and fell asleep. Luckily I didn't have class until 9:30, so I slept until y 9:10 alarm went off.

I feel better now.

But I totally would have slept until my 12:30 class.

I forgot I had a quiz/test thing today (all about the muscles in the foot) and studying right now isn't going to do squat, so I'm dreading the quiz/test thing.

after class, I'm going to get coffee—some REAL COFFEE—and take my pills, and knit my hat so I can sell it on my shop and earn some money because I'm very poor. not broke, but poor.

also: apparently selling a knit domo on etsy breaks copyright laws. note to self: DON'T BREAK COPYRIGHT LAWS!

I had some odd dreams last night too. one of them was I dreamed I found a hat I'd knitted, and shrunk and turned into a baby hat. which was sad because it was one of my favorites.

I also dreamed John and I were married. :) (No details about that dream.)

no, I'm kidding. it wasn't bad. we were just sitting together. okay there may have been some kissing. okay there was a lot of kissing.

JOHN IS COMING ON FRIDAY!!!!! GAH!!!

~em

random stuff I found on my computer that I've been meaning to post

Lists

I shall add to these lists as I deem necessary.

Things I hate:

• Boys
• boys who flirt
• boys who stalk my sisters
• tests
• going to bed past 10:30

Things I love

• Chocolate
• Hot Chocolate
• Waking up with the sun
• Books
• Advanced Reading Copies from really good publishers (maybe it's a reviewer's thing)
• Libraries
• working on my books
• Yarn
• Sewing
• Dolls with curly hair
• Boys with curly hair
• Doing the dishes while it rains outside

Things I want to do this summer:

• Finish all my books for review
• finish my novel
• dance and get back in shape
• find something I can knit and sell to make money
• knit Christmas gifts so I can relax over the fall semester…
• go to the beach with my puppy

Things I want to do when I go back to school:

• teach ballet
• dance and get back in shape
• get my dancer legs back

see, I want a boyfriend like this.

“I have five sisters.” I told her.

“Oh.” She said seriously. She paused and then added, “I’m sorry.”

I laughed. “There have been some tough days.”

“That’s a lot of estrogen.”

“You have no idea. There are certain weeks of the month I camp out with my friends to keep from being eaten. I think they turn into vampires.”

“What’s wrong with vampires?” she asked.

“Nothing. But these ones never smile.” I nudged her playfully with my shoulder and watched as she broke into a smile for a second before pursing her lips and looking at her hands.

“Guess I’m just an out of practice vampire.”

“You’re not a vampire. You don’t try to kill me, you don’t boss me around, you don’t make me go to the drug store at three in the morning to get ibuprofen, you don’t cry when I eat the last doughnut.”

She giggled a little. “You go to the drug store at three in the morning to get pain killers for your sisters?”

I nodded seriously.

“Damn. I bet you’re a really good boyfriend.”

“I try my best.” I grinned.

*drools*

I almost got this from Amazon vine. But I requested all the books I was allowed to read right before I saw it.

sigh.

it's SO PRETTY.

Click here to see it on goodreads.

Photo love

yup. been there.

 

makes me sigh.

 

^^

 

bwahahahahaha!

 

<3

o.0

so the problem with Jace is I feel like I need to distance myself from him so I don't like, I dunno, start drooling every time I see him, but I also feel like avoiding him will cause problems. and I don't need another voldemort on my hands. (for those of you who know that backstory. ugh.) and I feel guilty because he's my friend, and I like to actually spend time with my friends.

I'm still praying about it a lot. I just don't know what to do in the meantime while I'm trying to figure it out.

I have also decided that jace—the real jace from Mortal Instruments—is my favorite contemporary literary hero. or maybe he's a villain. I don't know. he's a disaster but I adore him.

on a totally random note… so I have these stick-on plastic speech bubbles on my door with special crayons you can use to write on them. someone keeps writing silly things on them. and I made pouch to hold the crayons out of paper and duct tape (I'm a very creative person) and the person put a clump of burnt pop-corn in the pouch today.

at first I thought it was flowers.

I'm really getting curious as to who it is. I hope it's a girl being silly. if it's a guy life will just get that much more complicated.

because that's the kind of guy I'd fall for: one who leaves clumps of burnt pop-corn at my door just to be obnoxious.

<3___<3