Never grow up

The feeling of growing up scares me...  In two years I will be going to college!  College is hard...  It scares me.  I don't want to be alone during that time.  But I will be.  All my friends will choose different paths.  Will I see them again?  No one know.  Growing up scares me.  I don't want to pay for houseing and bills.  I don't understand taxes!  What will I do?  I have no clue.  It all seems to rush on me at once every time I think about it.  I will have so many new responsibilities.  How will I keep them in order?  I still want to have fun.  I don't want to be that boring person that is to scared of messing up to take chances.  I want to have fun and I do now.  But will I then?  I hope so.  To future me:  Have fun!  Take chances!  I hope life isn't to hard and that friends are returning to you.  Love your life for what you have, not what you don't have. 

At heart, never grow up!

(watch peter pan frequently... it might help;))

Friends are Bricks

Definition of Bricks:a small rectangular block typically made of fired or sun-dried clay, used in building.

Bricks are used for building.  They are used in houses and walls and brick ovens, they are a sturdy substance that forms a foundation.  Off of that foundation other things can be created.

Dated British Definition of bricks:a generous, helpful, and reliable person.

People are here on this earth for a reason.  They are friends.  They help us through the hard times.  Friends are the foundations of our lives.  They help us through hard times and we can always rely on them.  If not then they are not a brick.  They are not something you want your foundation to be made of.  They are more like sand... They will slip through your fingers and crumble away when you lean on them.  I want a brick in my life.  A foundation to lean on that won't falter.  May your friends be reliable.

May your friends be bricks. 

 

i know i love

Words can't do justice this boy I know.

He is indescribable.

I don't know how he does it, but I try to mimic.

He says I'm perfect...

But I know I am not the perfect one.

He is.

What is LOVE?

What is Love?
Because whatever Love is...
I Love it.
There is no explanation for Love.
Only feelings.
All I know is that I Love him.
Its a feeling of wanting to be with him every second.
Feeling his warm touch.
Knowing that he would do anything for me...
and I for him...
Feeling his lips press against mine.
Drawing me closer.
Nothing could be sweeter than the sound of his voice.
The things he says.
He says them so perfectly,
I wish I could do the same for him.
But I am not nearly as good with words as he is.
He deserves better...
but I love him and never would want him to leave me.
He will have to though...
For reasons...
But one day he may never have to leave in a sense.
I try to be more like him every day.
I don't know if that is the definition of Love...
But what I do know is that I Love him.
and I won't stop.
Because this feeling of Love...
I love.

Dramatic Stalking Cat

Haha I hate cats.  but they make for the funniest videos and memes.  Enjoy!
                 

be be bo beep

I am not a Robot. i am human.  i eat. i sleep.  i get sick.  i have allergies... and bad ones at that.  i get frustrated and flustered.  i make mistakes, and not because the person who told me what to do "Punched in the wrong instructions" but because i misinterpret things, i learn from mistakes... sometimes. i try.  i am not Programed to do one specific task.  I learn many different things.  i am  different.  i am unique.  i have different skills than those around me.  i think different thoughts.  i can recognize myself, it is not something programmed within me.  i just know its me.  i spell things rong.  i blush when ebarrased. Robots don't blush. Robots don't feel.  i don't know everything.  i get sad.  i cry. but my tears don't destroy me.  they don't ruin my networking because they are wet.  they simply relieve me of sorrows.  i can get hurt.  but i can recover. i can love. i am in love.  i am not a ROBOT.  we are not ROBOTS. we are HUMAN.

I love and miss you

Sometime things happen.  And you lose the ones you love.  That car accident may not have been the drivers fault.  Maybe it was meant to happen.  They were needed for some greater purpose unknown to any of us.  Maybe that heart attack was a trial that everyone needed.  They seem like tragedy's
now but when enlightened in the end, we will know the real reason for their departure from this earth.  And then in those moments we will be happy for the losses we felt on this earth.

I love and miss you alexis

The Crayon days

I miss the crayon days.
The days of no worries and popsicles.
The days of being a kid and not caring what people thought.
The days that I didn't care what I wore or how I looked.
The days that there was no body to impress.
The days that were long and the nights short.
The days that I could create whatever I wanted within the confines of my backyard.
The days that imagination ruled the world,
not polotics or homework.
the days that grammar didn't matter
and that people didn't judge my work and apply it to my personality
The days or running through the sprinklers with no present cares.
The days of snow cones and swimsuits.
The days of summer, but even still the days of winter were fun.
The days of no responsibilities and having fun.
The days of coloring with crayons and going outside of the lines
The days that I miss.
The days that I long for.
The days of crayons.
I miss the crayon days.

-Katie Lane

Here I am.

Katie Lane.  That is the name I chose.  It is the name of someone who has influenced me and helped me through all of my hard times.  Some people say I even look like her.  None of you know her, which is a shame, she is great, and I hope I can amount to all that she is and maybe even more.  But I doubt it.

I have never blogged before or been a good writer.  But here it goes.  I never know what to say or how to say it.  But I like outlets like this to get my feelings out because I don't always express my feelings in person.  It is hard for me to put things to words.  That is why I like art rather than talking or writing. Creative writing can count as art though right?  I will just have to adapt.

I want to go to Paris with all of you but will probably need help along the way with my luggage and finding directions.  But maybe its better if I forget my luggage and get a little lost.  I might need to get lost in Paris for a while when times get rough.  I have the feeling they will get worse soon but better over time, so maybe I am in need for a trip to Paris.

Here I am. And here I go.

To Paris.

-Katie Lane