Tuesday, February 15, 2011

"why did i think it was so necessary to steal that rolling pin?"

"why the hell didn't you wear your jesus shoes. Come on Natalie..."

"You puked in the drive thru of Taco Bell. You puked as it was being handed to me and managed to yell out "FIRE SAUCE" in between hurls"

"One date. That's all it took. I want to have his genius babies in me. One date."

"It got a little outta hand when you wanted to do body shots on the table.. at Denny's.. at 4 AM.. with Lemonade"

"They named it eva bongoria. i had to hit it based on the name alone."

"I've never played a more sexually-tense game of uno in my life"

"Thanks for last night. Sorry if I was obnoxious. I respect your morals and i wouldn't want you to lose your virginity to a drunk girl in your mom's prius"

don't look at me with those big sad eyes and that empty smile.  you're too good for that baby girl. you try and act so big and strong, but we all know that there is a broken girl on the inside. 
story. story. story. story.

I met him February 18th, at the ballet studio. He had been there to pick up his little sister Cara who was in a class across from mine. I was doing a solo- I remember it was to Music of the Spheres Passacaglia... for social violins...I was wearing my pearl pink colored leotard with my black leg-warmers and by point shoes. I was sweaty, I’d been practicing for hours and my hair was beginning to loosely fall out of my bun. He was watching me. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes following me in the mirror... I stopped after my run and looked in the mirror back at him, he kind of smiled, I didn’t know wether to keep looking at him, or to look away. After a while, I walked out. He was sitting alone in the studio, Cara was still in her class with thirteen other little little girls running around in ruffly pink tutus... he looked at me, smiled, and said ‘It’s beautiful to watch you dance.’ He was sitting there looking up at me with his hands folded in his lap, wearing a black and gray flannel and dark wash jeans. I remember smiling back at him and saying ‘thank you very much.’ We ended talking for about twenty minutes. He asked if he’d see me here again. I told him every day.

i generally avoid temptation, unless i can't resist it.

welcomes to the beaches and the bikinis, the honey blonde hair and sun kissed skin. welcome to the bell button piercings and the late nights out. welcome to the sun hanging high in the sky and the cloudless blue horizon that connects to the sea. welcome to the boardwalks and the ray ban sunglasses and driving with the top down, hair whipping around your face. welcome to the days that seem to last forever.

it's just so hard being so god damn beautiful!