"beauty" said she "could never be measured by eyes alone"
The rain comes down whenever I need it. It's kind of funny how that works. It comes when I don't need it and yet it comes when everything is beautiful. Last night was beautiful. It was a flaming liberal high schooler's dream. I went to the Free Democracy Summit. They had pannels there, and each talked about some kind of issue that no one really knew that much about, i guess. The ones that I went to were poverty in the 21st century, which was a very mind-opening thing and the gay marriage/union. I knew nothing about what's going on in Nicaragua and Venesuela. It just made me much more aware of myself as being in a world, not just in a state. There's so much more out there than my bubble here, and I just can't wait to discover it. This just makes me more excited about my Mexico trip and Germany.
After that, someday, I want to go to Paris, and have an adventure like Kate in "French Kiss" or Elizibeth Taylor in "The Last Time I Saw Paris" A hopeless romantic, I know. Well for those who find my dime-novel school girl ways irritable, I hope I never change. Growing is different from changing, and, as far as I'm concerned, I've grown so much in just these past couple of months than I have throughout my whole life. This past school year, I'd say. My mind has been opened to many wonderful things. I feel like that Tony Bennet song "I've got the world on a string, I'm sitting on a rainbow, got the string around my finger" only instead of being in love with a person, I'm falling desperately in love with this world. I'm falling for my music, my songs, my LIFE.
Don't get me wrong, Love with a guy is grande, but right now I'm just having the most scandelous love affair with all boys/men/ect. I'm just fascinated with different men. Their smells, their noises, their perspectives. Their just a very curious species. I feel like an anthropologist, trying to understand the rituals and reasons for these strange creatures. So far I've gotten down their groups. There are about thirty five different groups. I couldn't be able to name them all right here, well, maybe in the future. I'm thinking of writing a book about them. I'm sure it would sell alot, considering the fact that not many women fully understand the minds and ways of the always elusive "man"
Well, I had an adventure last night, I'll write about it later today. Right now I'm at school, and I hear a mandolin being played in the cafe and their serving pancakes, so I must say fairwell, but never goodbye.
Your Seeker of a world,
Alonia Demonia