| i am re-emerging in the world of xanga with a new site and a new motif for blogging. 
i will never update essence_of_iridescence again.
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| well, i think i'm done with xanga. i've moved on...i'm going to do a private journal instead, maybe let a few people in on it...we'll see.
farewell.
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| wimbledon is a cute movie.
classic 90s jars of clay is awesome.
strawberries are sexy.
i want the paparazzi to chase me in my sleek black aston.
and b--, you are a weird but cool girl.
happy valentine's day.
the end.
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| I just unwrapped the last
Almond Nestle bar I bought from this one
Campus org
And gave a few to friends, and ate the rest
And all the aura pink and red and white and papered with
Cheap lace and glue and glitter in these chocolaty-kissed
Memories from not so very long ago
It's not like life is gray it's really
Awesome but I--
Beautiful--I just don't--
Colorful--I just don't feel quite altogether quite
Complete
I know it's corny and it's typical and
They all say it's just a Hallmark day but still I can't quite
Overcome my thirst for just a sparkle
Just a drop--romance.
I'm drunk on all the sap of Valentines and more than that I'm drunk on
Love--in its ideal and unadulterated form
Whatever that is--I don't know
GOD all I want is just to hold you
Yeah I'm talking just about you--not that I know who you are
Perhaps I do
Or maybe I have never even met you
But I'm speaking to you with the optimistic thought that
Somewhere you are out there
Here or elsewhere and that you are everything that you could be
And growing too, because what's life without a constant
Revolution
Love without a resolution
Yes Yes Yes
I'm done with noncommittal dancing like I'm sixteen and I'm chancing
All this heart-stuff for the moment
Even if I'm existential
There is more to life than that
And there is more, much much much more to love than that
It's not a matter of intentions
It's a matter of a passion to see you the way I'd hope that you see me
A possibility a fresh new opportunity to bind our spirits in that
Weird organic brilliant succulent bright opulent design that we call
Love or something like it
Even if we can't attain it like we want it we can shoot the moon or
Just I guess aim straight
I want to hold you girl and smile with you and feel your hair and touch your skin and
Most of all just know that goofy blessed binding friendship that we water 'til it blossoms into
Love
Yeah, love--a strange dichotomy of sacrifice…the give and take
The bowing out
The stepping in
The plunging deep into the cold blast icy stream of unexpected
Positively unexpected
Absolutely unexpected
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| Yeah I can't stop this reversion to 90s pop. It was...so much...happier! The sound, I mean. And the content too, honestly...so much less grungier; so much more "pure summer chillin'" or whatever. Paula Abdul. Vertical Horizon. Eve Six. Paula Cole. Matchbox Twenty.
Umm...
Spice Girls?
Not so much.
But...there is hope for today!
Skye Sweetnam. Kelly Clarkson (sometimes). Brooke Hagan, ALWAYS Green Day...Hope 7, potentially.
So yeah.
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