Ringo is my favorite Beatle.

Why, you ask? Because, well, just look:



Have you ever seen a more loveable face? So adorable.

hush, don't speak
they're trying to hear
so quietly keep
your secrets deep
within your soul
are you under their control?
have you lost your will?
are you still
your own?
or are you playing their game?
treating them to the same
twist of the arm
deceiving charm
what's the harm?
the longer you play
the longer you'll stay
and one day
you become what you hate.

there's a dream in my head
and a soul within me
there's so much to be said
but the words just seem empty

there's music in my fingers
and a love in my heart
there's a joy that still lingers
even after we part

there's beauty in my face
but more in my being
there's a longing to be chased
and a hope i'm not dreaming

there's a truth to be spoken
though perhaps not by voice
there's a heart that's wide open
when you make your choice.

still fighting it

opening chords
familiar lyrics
and i'm little again

back to when the song
was just a song
and i didn't think
about what it means

now i can't help
but take it all in
and it hits me
now i understand

we've grown apart
but no matter what
there's a place in my heart
for that girl who was my best friend

and i think that maybe
you might know me better
even though it's been years
since i've even trusted you.







everyone knows, it sucks to grow up, but everyone does, it's so weird to be back here

Where I'm From

I am from a weathered white trunk, from chocolate gravy and biscuits and a cold glass of milk.

I am from eight different houses, where home is defined not by the rooms but by the people in them.

I am from the hardwoods and the pines, the leaves and needles and branches.

I am from farmers and storekeepers, from Halls and Fraziers and Nana and Papa, and Ma Ma and Pa Pa.

I am from the hard workers and the loud singers.

From fear of armadillos and reading road signs aloud until everyone wanted me to stop.

I am from God-fearing, saved by grace Christians in a home full of the evidence of His love.

I'm from the foothills of Arkansas, for generations, from chicken and dumplings and fresh corn on the cob.

From a Papa who gave me a love of history and travel, a Nana who gave me the gift of laughter, a Ma Ma who showed me the blessing of family, and generations on both sides who gave me the music that fills my soul.

I am from the stitches in old quilts, a chimney standing in an overgrown thicket, a cool, muddy creek, and a red barn, and my heritage is everything to me.







This was an exercise we did in my English class, and I really liked the way mine turned out.

Have you got a story to tell?

I'm at school, sitting in yearbook class. Listening to a CD made for me by my best friend. It's just nice to listen to it and think that the songs were picked out and arranged with me in mind. And I love how it has a good mix of songs I already love and songs that I hadn't heard before, but now love. After all, she knows me well, so of course she can pick out music for me. It's just all so lovely.

Maybe it's just because music is pretty much my life, and maybe it's because I love my bff, but I really think this might be the nicest gift I've ever gotten. Also, it was a "just because" kind of thing...not my birthday or Christmas or anything, but just because she felt like doing it. So every time I listen to this CD, I think of my best friend, and I'm so happy that she is who she is.





Love you, Paige <3

Ha. So there. :P

Don't you even try
To make me stay inside
Your perfect little lines
I'm not falling for it
Not this time

The picture that you see
Of what I need to be
Isn't even close to me
I'm nothing that you want
Get to know me, you'd agree

I'm stronger than I look
My mind's an open book
Your perfect world I shook
But if I want to
I can keep you hooked

So if it's love or hate
You won't change my fate
I'm not something to create
But you'll miss me, dear
Just a little too late.