for him...

it's been a long time. i haven't been feeling creative in a while, but this one i wrote some time ago and i just haven't posted it yet.

i'll always be yours
for as long as you'll have me...
forever, i hope.

promises

i haven't been writing much lately but i wrote this one for the future.

keeping my promise
has never been easier
because it's to you.

grassy ass

spring at ucla is the best. out on the peaceful, grassy slopes by janss steps, it's easy to fall asleep under the clear blue sky and if you've got the melatonin in your skin, you'll get yourself a nice tan (like me!). just be careful of the squirrels and gross couples making out.

napping on the lawn
under the warm l.a. sun,
i regain my thoughts.

i don't want to grow up

i can't believe it's been over a month since my last post. with spring break and the death of my computer and a new quarter, i haven't had much time for haiku writing. this one is just a quicky-- letting you know that i'm still alive, counting out the syllables on my fingers.

there were a lot of childhood memories in my meals today. for breakfast, i had a bowl of kix with soy milk. my mom gave me a big box last weekend when i went home. i always remember kix being the cereal of choice when we were kids. and my lunch consisted of a peanut butter sandwich (sans jelly because it squishes out the sides when i take a bite) and an apple. i felt like a little kid. maybe for dinner, i'll eat macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs... i want to go play on the swings now.

gooey, sticky, sweet--
peanut butter brings to life
this plain old wheat bread.

awesome blossom

the thing i like most about springtime is the arrival of new buds and leaves on the trees. sometimes, i don't realize new leaves in the trees until i'm hit across the forehead by them as i walk up the walkway to my apartment. it's refreshing to see the bright green leaves among the last dry brown ones. i've begun to notice all the flowers in the trees, too. pinks, reds, yellows... they make me smile.

new flower blossoms
blanket the once bare branches...
as well as my heart.

i luff you returned

i don't know why i named this blog "i luff you" but the truth is, i have a lot of love to give... at least i think so. and it so turns out that there are kids that "luff" me too. it wouldn't hurt for you guys to say it more often though.

i can't remember
the last time i felt so loved;
it warms my cold heart.

failed attempts

i've been thinking about this paper for over a week now and it's due in a little less than 9 hours and i'm completely stuck half way through. i've got plenty to say but i just don't know how to say it. and as queen of procrastination, i've decided to do things other than write (eat, nap, rearrange shoes) and now, i'll probably wait until about 5 a.m. before i start working again.

finding distractions
to ease this impending doom
of failing at life.

beep beep beep

i'm very happy in bed. my blankets are big and fluffy, my pillows are just the right firmness, and i have a huge bed... certainly more than little old me needs. i actually had four girls in my bed (jennifer, judy, pearl, and myself) and we slept comfortably. many times i wish i could just stay in bed all day.

wrapped in golden clouds,
cuddled between you and dreams...
the alarm goes off.

skipped beats

with valentine's day coming up, i can't help but get all lovey dovey. is it just me or do other people get that warm tingly feeling deep down inside when you talk to, see, or even think about that special someone? and i'm not talking about a boner, jerks.

my heart skips a beat
every time you hold me close.
never let me go.

your place or mine?

i am constantly listening to tegan and sara (thanks, jon) and one song in particular, "take me anywhere," has been in my head for the last few days. it sparked this haiku.

take me everywhere
you've always wanted to go.
take me home with you.

sigh...

i hate the way it makes my hair, clothes, and hand smell but i still do it. after boring classes, after long afternoons in the office, after a bowl... my trusty parliament lights and zippo have conspired against me and are planning my death.

cigarette in hand,
smoke lingers above my head;
i breathe easier.

is anyone home?

i hardly ever see my roommate and nowadays, she hasn't even been coming home to sleep so it's like i live in the apartment by myself. it's nice because i can sit around in my underwear eating cheetos and drinking a beer and watching project runway and melrose place and not feel like such a bum. but sometimes, it can get a little quiet.

unbroken silence
permeates through every cell
as i sit alone.

wai?

i sleep with my cell phone on my bed side table and when it vibrates, it scares the shit out of me, especially when it's 3 am. but i'll still pick up and have a conversation because sometimes, the best time to talk is when no one is awake but us.

early morning calls,
barely awake responses;
it's good to hear you.

party hard

i feel like most of my december was spent partying. i spent a week in nyc and it was there where i would place my number one most embarrassing drunk moment. please don't ask. and the long weekend in san francisco with las hermanas tu and honorary hermana stevie was just one giant drunken/high new year's party. oh, it's been a fantastic winter break.

bruises all over--
reminders of a good night;
stop drinking (for now)...