Butterfly Kisses

I almost forgot how much I adore butterflies. How much I adore faeries and pixies and all those cute little fantasy creatures. How much I adore fiction.

Because fiction has to make sense - there's always an X that causes a Y, and even if the Y seems unfair, there's still an equation behind it.

I have one more chapter of Dracula to read tonight, and then Im done until Monday.Which means tomorrow I can spend BC doing my physics homework, seeing as it's due on Wednesday. And then (oh joy) a meeting with Mr. White next Thursday... That outta be oodles of fun. On the bright side, I have a new friend to sit by during physics. And I could possibly have another new friend after this Saturday if I make a good impression.

My contacts are blurring a little. My essay's already written, and Ive completed my english essay corrections. I have an idea for another book, I might draw out an outline at some point in time - depending on how this chapter ends.

Is it really fair to break things down into chapters though? It's more like one continuous spectrum... It has breaks and some things end and others start, but not really in any sequential order and there really is no basic timeline to follow underneath it.

I need to take my contacts out. The heat of my room is making me feel nauseated. Guess it's almost time to put the heater away already. It's so strange, really, to think of how quickly time has passed... I wonder what it will feel like when twice as much time has gone by?

Human memory is so terribly foulible. That's why I have this obsession with writing everything down, to help me jog my memory - there are so many things I want to hold on to, a million things I always want to remember. And even more so, I want to be able to bring those feelings back from the depths of my heart - I always want to be able to feel these strong emotions - I always want to be able to feel alive.

When I feel that rush, that's where it is - the biggest dreams in the smallest places.
In a midnight talk, in a morning kiss, when Im in your arms, that's where it is.