my pen ran out my ink went dry my love for you will never die - ted baltimore ^^i had sooo much... buen suerte, as ive been told... in fourth grade this kid wrote me that poem when my mrs. liverio-esque teacher left the class to gossip with the teacher next door and put me in charge, and everybody was writing valentines day poems haha... this other kid gave me a watch i still have, and its been through the wash like 5 times and doesnt tell the right time ever, and i have to change the battery but other than that it still ticks, and im never getting rid of it no matter how ratty it gets! i was the biggest a-hole, yet at least half the guys in the class had a massive crush on me, and they were all romantics... what i wouldnt give to see them again and have that again! so much for not having regrets lol. if i had been the person then that i am now it coulda been some of the funnest times of my life, and i could be tanned and toned and spending my days on the beach and eating tropical fruit right off the trees. *sigh* instead i have snowflakes on my eyelashes and melting in my shoes, and im going waitressing tonight without the one i actually got up the courage to call, and i cant believe i actually DID it! but i wonder what kind of impression he got and if he realized that it was actually just an excuse...? those eyes could melt me like i was the wicked witch of the west and they were buckets of water. caribbean water, the warm, blue kind that makes you forget everything and just want to swim and swim and swim and your heart soaks it up and swells like you never thought it could, and you can LIVE... i miss it, let me tell you. how high does the sycamore grow? if you cut it down, then you'll never know...