An Itch To Scratch. {Reposted}

Beauty was everywhere. Beauty is everywhere. I just so happen to see it at the oddest times, and in the oddest people. This time, his name was Nick. He was in a class of mine the previous semester, but I didn't know his name then. However, this semester, he was in two of my classes, and the way I formally meet him was in control of my sociology instructor. She had paired us together as partners for a one time, first day, in class activity. His hair was long, shoulder length, and he always wore a bandanna around his forehead then. Now, more than half way through the semester, his hair had been cut for a couple of weeks now. It was big for him, I knew because I had cut all my hair off a couple years ago. I could remember that scared, sad feeling, and they way he talked about the hair cut in class made it most apparent he didn't want it cut. He was doing so to get a job, and that was the only reason. None the less, even with this constant attention, it wasn't until just yesterday that the swing cross that hung from his left ear caught my eye. It was new. I knew that because if it wasn't, it wouldn't have taken me this long to notice him completely. That was that odd time. The odd time for beauty to find me. It was then, when I was walking into my sociology class, I spotted Nick talking to his friend; that cross swinging back and forth from his laughing. For that moment, time froze for my mind to take it all in. His hair cut revealed the roundness of his face and his distinct jaw line and chin. His chin had neatly groomed hair that wasn't to thick. His smile gleamed with brilliance; all of his white teeth were in line. The dark metal of his cross earring clung to the soft ear lobe that sat behind small side burns. It only accent his ears just enough to be painful. It swung by his strong neck showing off the muscles and helping his face look more mysterious. His dark golden green eyes glanced up at me through thick dark eyelashes and he ran a hand through his dark blond hair that was spiked just enough to look cool and shadow his eyes at the same time. He smirked at me with his full lips and for that long moment I saw nothing but perfection. That's the funny part. In that second were I think I saw that perfection, that's the moment I constantly wanted to seek out the imperfection. I couldn't take my eyes off him until I found that imperfection. I smiled as I sat down in my seat. Thank god I had class with him every day. I got impatient when I couldn't satisfy my curiosity. Now I had an itch to scratch.

If all

If all your Happiness was in the Same place as all your Sorrows... Where would you go? I would like to know, so I can go there. Maybe there will be more happiness... but that is all I want. Some place that will keep me happy, and would actually stay that way. Because even with my many attempts to keep it joyful, were still in the dark, and no one else will shine their flashlight but me. I'm tired, and my flashlight is running low on batteries. I need someone to help me, but they rather sit and stay in the dark.

I really...

Don't have much to write about today... The weather went cold and it took my creativity with it. O.o It sucks... Boo... But hopefully something will come up! I love being creative! And spring makes that happen, so spring, please come back. I beg you.

Impulse Writing. This might not make sence.

It was beautiful out. I loved it. But all I could do was watch the birds chirp from the other side of an open window. I took in deep breaths of the fresh spring air and pushed my dark hair behind my ear. My creativity was in a jam... again. This was no fun for me. I wasn't big on sports, or big on playing outside. I just wanted to write. That was all.

I spun around in may chair to sit correctly and pulled my notebook and pen onto my lap. I glared at the blank stripped paper for a minute.

"Come on, Absol, Where are you today?" I asked quietly.

"I'm right here, Myka." I heard the melodic male tone of my favorite character. I looked up to see a tall mysterious beautiful dark red haired man. Gold eyes like liquid looked down at me through extremely long eyelashes. I smiled at him.

"Where have you been?" I asked getting comfortable. I knew this would be a long story.

Good {Time -o- Day}

How are you? I am creating this because I have a need to write, and I need one more writing outlet among my so many others! So, as I hope you know, I love to write, and that's what I will do! :D I love smiley faces... so you might see a bunch of those: :3 Is my favorite. This is intended to be very informal, and very choppy. I don't think anything will fit together. BUT, I will try and help you know what story is what and what jazz, the best I can. :D Soooooooooo... Without further ado....... I might not update a bunch, but then again, I might, So Here We Come World Of Writing! XD