Je ne verais jamais au lune...

But I may go to Paris in June.

...Not this june. It just rhymed with the title is all.

I love the rain. I love how it is fresh and I love how it curls my hair and I love how when I run around in it, my boyfriend laughs at me. I love how Hannah doesn't like it, and how Allison acts like an affronted cat when forced to be a part of it. I wonder, Allison...You don't like the rain, and you are frightened of the sun. How does such a person go on? I guess the answer is is that you are indeed a crazy cat lady, through and through.

Lately, I have been concurring upon many things.
Lately, I have been singing more and more.
Lately, I have been drinking more chai tea.
Lately, I have been caring again.

I have decided to become an art therapist.

I am much too easily swayed by anyone and anything that seems to know its way around the playing field better than I.

I have decided to become a hummingbird
As soon as I grow old
So that although my limbs slow down
Still I'll be a sight to behold
My wings a-flutter
My heart a-stutter
Full of wonderful, hummingbird things
Like helium balloons
And hollow bones
And operas and cyclones
That twirl and swirl
And color the world
With feelings unfurled
And feelers uncurled
And wings of neon, painted eons ago
To celebrate
To commemorate
To procreate
To reinstate
To conjugate
To disinflate
To mediate
To meditate
To dissipate
To reawait
To modulate
To interrelate
Like Alexander the Great
And the Aloha State.
My mother tells me I can be
Anything I want to be
I'm going to be a hummingbird
Or a cephalopod.

Hi, my name is Marc Blucas. I am sexy. I may have to have a battle with Jared Padalecki in the future.