All I want for Christmas...

Is a warm mist humidifier to warm up my room and hydrate my skin that loves humidity...


A cd of Glee's greatest hits...













Cds that I "love Today"...



Tickets to see the best band in the history of bands...










And an out-of-space convertible, too. Light blue.

My New Puppy Is Cuter Than Yours

I like this love thing. I like that whenever I want I can reach out and grab someone's hand and they'll squeeze right back. I like that I can pucker my lips and know a kiss is imminent. It may sound bad but I'd say having a relationship is like owning a pet. You can scratch your dog's ear, the deepest, most profound way to show your love and you get a best friend and companionship in return. Not that dog's aren't a lot of work. No, not by a long shot. If you forget to feed your dog or neglect to pet and play with it, it could run away from you for a new and better owner. In it's foray into the unknown it could get run over by a car or worse. But it's not all bad. Even though they eat out of the trash, drink out of the toilet bowl and make us watch football all the time, somehow we love them anyway and they love us right back.

Oh! Hey blog! I almost forgot about you...

The contrast between life goals in Maine and Florida are stunning but not surprising. The more I talk to other kids the more I fear what it would be like to be stuck here. A large amount of kids don't plan on college and my school has the highly acclaimed title of having the highest teen pregnancy rate in Maine. Neither of these things, I'm sure, are in my future. But I'm sorry for these kids who will never even try to meet a handsome successful businessman in New York, who will never even think to aspire to be an intern for a fashion magazine or never ever have those tiny moments filled with delusions of grandeur and stardom. Somehow they think they'd be content marrying a fisherman and living in a small house by the sea... or route 1. While that may not sound all too bad to someone in Rockland taking all TVP courses, it sounds like a cage to me.

The next thing I'd like to address is how people manage to stay in relationships for so long. Before now, I don't think any of my what I like to call "relationships" have ever lasted more than a week. I'd lie to myself and round up to a week and that was just lying to myself. To other people a week would turn into one month or two depending on how lonely I felt that day. Now I've been dating my new boyfriend for almost a month and that, my friends, is a fact! Not some lie I tell to make myself feel better! Go me! Our first kiss was October 8th when we spent the night watching a movie. The movie was terrible but what I remember was us, over the course of the movie, inch by inch, moving closer and closer to one another until we were holding hands and then cuddling and then in the very last ten minutes of the movie I asked him "so are you going to kiss me before I fall asleep?" which led to our very first kiss. By now you can bet your bottom dollar I have a goofy smile on my face and trust me, I'd had a goofy smile on my face from the moment I met the kid. But still, I'm starting to question how I keep this guy on his toes and interested. Any advice?

Content in our Chaos

If it wasn't completely absurd, socially incorrect, and making money didn't matter, I'd quit school right now. More and more I look and see people unhappy. I see how short life is and I'm sitting behind a desk waiting for it to catch up with me. After school is High School, after that is college, then a job, then a husband, then kids and I ask myself where enjoying myself fits in there. According to the all-knowladgeable and thoughgtful Plato, "No town can live peacefully, whatever it's laws when it's citizens ...do nothing but feast and drink and tire themselves out in the cares of love". Are you out there Plato? Are you listening? You're wrong. We'd all be much happier. We'd sleep all day and party all night and hell yes, we'd be content if only for a little while.

Wanting and Having are Two Very Different Things

I want
I wantIwantIwantIwantIwantwantwant
If I say I want a icecream I can go on knowing I'll eventually get an icecream.
I want somebody who makes me happy.
There.
Now it's only a matter of time

Bring on the tide...

I wish life were like the ocean. Yes, the waves will push you in every direction and your feet will blemish the sand but in real life the tide isn't going to wash all of your crazyness away...

I wish I could be myself around hot guys. I always tell myself to be cool. He's just another dude, after all. But when wave after wave of handsome calm, cool and collected push you and turn you around. What the fuck are you supposed to do? You get one night. One night to make an impression. I sure did make an impression all right but I'm not sure if it was quite the impression I wanted to convey. I just sat around all night asking myself where the cool, confident Alex went because all I see is a girl word-vomiting all over an Abercrombie model.

P.S. I love you

I wonder how it feels to think you love somebody but they tell you "No, no. Sorry, actually you don't" and you never talk to them again. I sure as hell hope it doesn't happen to me but this summer I've been on the opposite end...

"Dear, Alex
Sorry I was weird around you. But I'm Just shy around you. I don't know how to say...this without Being weird. So I'm Just going to say it...I'm...I Love you. I know this is very creepy. That I'm telling you this through a paper. I could have told you in person. But I find it Rude to saythis infront of your friend. Kelsie And if youare wondering why I find it Rude it's Because, I don't wan't to Be a *problem in your friend ship with Kelsie."

your friend

Mike Calhoun
MiKe calhoun

ps. If you don't feel the same about this Lovly feeling then don't worry about hurting mine...or we could Be Just friends.



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*what I mean By Problem I mean causing Jealisy