London, Paris, Italy, or America...wherever I am, I can find Happiness.

GOOD TIMES...

...the time when Desi and I played in the ball pen at a McDonalds (I can't remember if it was Paris or London). hahaha....we were srsly acting as if we were 5 again and it was glorious :)

...the time when katie couldn't find a cup, so she drank out of her advil bottle, hahaha...

...the time when Gabe&Danny kidnapped Brittany and rolled her through the halls of Lissner on her "birthday chariot" =)

...the time when Punya & I went to dinner on High Street & talked about boys, boys boys :)

...the time when Bailey & I were driving to NW IA and we realized we were both going to Bethel :)

...the time when Jen & I were in Wales and there was a stag party, hahahahaha

...the time my sister & I were driving to IA....well to be honest every time my sister and I drive to IA something hilarious happens, hahahahaha

...the time(s) freshman year when Bailey & I used to watch One Tree Hill :)

...the time Steffi, Lorna, Cameron & I went to Rough Trade, and the photo booth

...the time Desi convinced Chris to drive us to the Lake District, haha

...the time Desi and I went to Shordtitch :D :D :D HAHAHA!!!

...the time my sister took me to breakfast before dropping me off @ the airport :)

...the time Bailey&Brittany skyped /w me and we all watched The Office together, even though I was an ocean away from them :)

all it takes is one word

one word to make the entire world crumble

or so it would seem

it really isn't the end of the world

but it feels like it

one word to make me second guess

why did I open my mouth?

why do I ever open my mouth

The word does not exist.

The one word that encompasses

the vast range of emotions and

complex feelings of my current state.

I've been searching for one word.

A simple way to express

that which is not simple at all.

The English language is a beautiful art.

An intricate way of communicating

with words and symbols.

But in so many ways it is lacking.

Lacking the words and implications I need

to express the art of feelings.

The things that are not constructed

by the human mind,

and have no set construct at all.