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Sometimes, when I don’t have much else to think of, I think of kissing. Some days I just long to have someone that would press their lips to mine. It’s strange how special a kiss can make one feel. The physical description of it, “two lips touching,” hardly sounds special, but it is.
I get shivers when I think of the way boys have looked at me before a kiss. Soft eyes, taking me in as though I’m the only person in the room, in the world even. And there’s that moment before your lips meet, where you can just feel your heart. When it’s right, the feeling is not nervousness. It’s almost a longing. And a pain. Kisses are bittersweet. They last for a moment, and though you might look at each other in googly-eyed wonder that “they wanted to kiss me!“, the kiss is merely a small moment of your life. And if for some reason you miss the opportunity to kiss that other, you think about it for the next days afterwards. You wallow in regret. Why didn’t I just kiss him? What harm could have been done?
That short time during a good kiss– from when your lips first meet to when they part– that, I think, is the happiest moment one can experience.
I write this post from my new laptop. I just got a Sony Vaio and I can tell you I love it already! But, okay, let’s get to business…
Are you familiar with the term “food baby”? It’s that terrible bloating you get after eating too much (usually carb-heavy) food. Well I have one right now. In fact I’ve had it for the past few days and I’m sick of sucking it in. But it just dawned on me today that, “Hey, it’s July 30–that means I’ll have a new start in the new month!”
Am I the only person that does that? The commencement of a new month means a new attempt at health. And when that fails in the first week, I change that start day to Sunday…and then I realize that, “Wait, it’s only Monday, okay I’ll start tomorrow” and then it goes to the next day and so on and so forth until “Oh, it’s September! Time to be healthy now!”
Why can’t I start now? There’s no better time like the present.
Well, now that I’ve asked that I already have an answer. Eating healthy sucks. Working out sucks. I would much rather just imagine myself having the body of my dreams and then opening my eyes and that imaginary me becoming real me.
But, if you want to look a certain way, you’ve got to do it. Which…sucks.
Tonight I have a soccer game, and I’ll play hard to make up for not working out or anything during the day today. And tomorrow I’ll start being healthier. And if tomorrow doesn’t work out, the next day I’ll begin.
Okay, maybe this post hasn’t changed anything, but I’m going to make a real effort this next month before I leave for school to get ma shit togethaaa.
Hello, o’ reader,
My name is Kiah (rhymes with “papaya”, hence the URL) and I am 19 years old from Southern Ontario, Canada. However, in…43 days, 2 hours, 9 minutes, 21 seconds (I have a counter) I will be moving across the country to the beautiful Vancouver for school! To say I am extremely excited is a harsh understatement.
I have a lot of interests and know about a lot of things. I’m a Wikipedia junkie who knows way too much about movies and actors. However, as an aspiring actress myself, I don’t think this fact is so bad.
Let’s see, what else can I say about myself…
I’m good at eating and arguing. I love music. My favourite bands are Arctic Monkeys, The Black Keys, and Mumford & Sons. I get emotional every time I listen to the M&S song “After the Storm”. I love playing sports and being active. I once wanted to be a professional soccer player, but traded that dream for my love of film. I love to make friends. I’m a huge fan of alcohol. My favourite weekday is Tuesday because that’s cheap night at the movie theatres, but otherwise I am currently living for the weekend. I am empathetic, almost to a fault. Likewise I am independent almost to a fault. I like to speak my mind. I don’t like oppression. I’m very passionate about the things I love. I have a very short attention-span. I’m in my head a lot. I like to dream. I like to have feelings for boys that I can never have. I like the idea of love, but don’t think I believe in it for myself. Except for hot dogs. Because I love hot dogs…
That might about sum it up. If you’re familiar with my Tumblr, you probably realize that I’ve copied & pasted my “about me” from there. I have no shame, there’s only so much you can write about yourself. And I’m all for recycling.
Well I’m going to go off an write an awesome post now. If you’re wondering what to expect from me, I’m a short opinion essay writer. Quite informal, although sometimes I’ll read F. Scott Fitzgerald before writing and get a little spicy with my words (Is that what I mean to say? No, it is not.).
Until next time!