Walking the Plank (Without intentions of being Awkity, insightful, pretentious or anything)

Do you remember in Peter Pan when little Wendy Darling walks the plank on captain hooks boat after refusing to sign herself and the Darling boys away to his ship? I swear I would sit there in front of the TV fiend status watching it over and over again. Well lately I've had the Wendy image stuck in my head. In bed at night when I'm trying to push out thoughts of all the work I have to do and replace it with contemplations over the details of the wedding dress that Pam WILL wear eventually (Omg office way to crush me with lack of ring on Beasley finger). So this "Walk the Plank, Wendy Darling" image constantly rushes to me like some weird psychological stuffers. You know there's a lot of times when I'm ready to tackle everything, when I ready to storm the day, but at the end of said day at the moments of choice and ultimatum it becomes extraordinarily easier to ignore it all. Hoping for it to pass. So there I am under the clean linens in my little white girl room and I realize that when you come down to it the more I struggle against the machine the closer I get to the edge of the plank, hands tied.

In any words I'm no Wonder woman... I could be but I'm too chicken to crack the whip and deflect the offence with my swanky gold bracelets .

Maybe I'll kick some ass. But, you know, it sounds easier tomorrow.


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The beauty of Awkward... today, tomorrow next week and my love for some people : )

Okay, what do you get when you have an Asian orgy, fibrous breast and Russian dressing? ... ... You got it, a day out with Kevin and Nelle (can that equation also work with the underground after party with the prez candidates? Think on that one. Woot algebra) Anyways today we had some serious exams that may just affect the rest of our lives but what ever. After said exams Kevin, Nelle and myself frolicked around the city. When I say frolic I mean we went to Alan's for salads and sandwiches. Nelle, is amazing and is rumored to have a very nice kitchen. Kevin is essentially hot sex in a can... or dumpling should I say? (That is not racist. Dumplings are delicious.)
The three of us sat in the profound way in which we typically do contemplating the deep abyss that is our souls. And we got on the topic of the future. We discussed where we would be ten years from now, (fingers crossed for lonely waitress snorting cocaine lines in L.A.) and what it would all be like then. When you're a kid, teen, awkward, thinking about the future is ridiculously fun. It comes with a sort of hope. Like moving across the country or shaving your head the future is bold and fresh. We talked about the jobs we wanted, the kids we wanted the type spouse we desired. And as we sat in our little high school bubble I realized nearly everything is easier said then done (nearly everything: supercalafragilisticispiealadocious?) I mean the future, any way we frame it, is going to be different and it’s gonna be scary as hell. And maybe it will be good different and maybe bad. But for the first time in my entire life I've never wished more then now to never grow up and to never leave the Fordham Garden with Nelle and Kevin where we would always remain awkwardly awesome teenagers who only have to worry about the extra credit on the Science Midterm.

P.S. American idol = totally sketchy and amazing. Thus I combine the subjects of this post in the Photoshop above.

For Kevin and Nelle... I love you guys

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Origional photo credit: Americanidol.com