d(an)ce

if i had my own dance class , i would have two rules:

1. no cell phones
2. proper dance attire (no jeans, no flip flops)

i drive in the HOV lane every morning.
those things are so overrated.
what are they for? to reward those who carpool and, thus, "decrease" pollution?
it's bull; therefore, i drive in the HOV lane every morning.

Dear Rachel,

the only reason i've added a new blog is because i know you were looking for it. you're welcome. thanks for being my one audience member. let's talk books soon and very soon. i bought a new toni morrison book--jazz. want to read it with me?

your friend,
olivia (ms. carter)

life [go]als

1) go back to school: i miss being a student.
options: mtsu- masters in english; vanderbilt- masters in creative writing
HOW ABOUT BOTH???? i think yes. i have to take the GRE first and score high enough to impress vanderbilt. i can do it.

a dis[cove]ry

i realized last night while watching prince caspian that i have a crush on mr. tummus. i genuinely missed his presence.
p.s. go see the movie. so good.

la muerte

my best friend's grandmother passed away on saturday. she flew in from d.c. this morning to attend the visitation and funeral; therefore, i opted to drive to carthage for the afternoon/evening in order to spend some much needed time (it's been two months!!) with her at the funeral home. what a lovely evening it was. we shared tears, laughter, secrets, smiles, hugs, advice, etc. all in just a few short hours.
her dad said something lovely about his mother who had just passed away that i want to remember forever:
"i am sad that she could not live forever with a good quality of life. but that is selfish."
that's all.
pray for jen and her family. i always pray that the hurting person is granted the ability to grieve fully. that is important. it's part of living and growing. grief kills. then all we can do is be born again. growth is good.

me: i like you.
him: i like all of you. every corner.

con[un]drum

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I’ll still feel you here ’til the moment I’m gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

[CHORUS]
Set me free, leave me be. I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re on to me and all over me.

You loved me ’cause I’m fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.

[CHORUS]
Set me free, leave me be. I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re on to me and all over me.

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you’re everything I think I need here on
The ground.
But you’re neither friend nor foe though I can’t seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you’re keeping me down

Your keeping me down,
Your on to me, your on to me and all over
Something always brings me back to you
It never takes to long…

tornadic activity

so there was quite at uproar over some dangerous, deadly, and destructive tornado activity the other night. houses and lives uprooted and thrown across the field. belongings. memories. emotions. buried in the rubble.
so i thought...what material possessions of mine would hurt me to lose?
my books.

disclaimer: i am a nerd. not only do i know this. i accept it and revel in it.

rest

"it was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased..."
i feel like this often