Premonition Demolition

Today I got voted

most likely to marry first

by my classmates in my yearbook.

This feels strangely ominous. Maybe cos it's true that I really am that kinda person.

Would I be a failure if I don't fulfil it?

Strange times.

With Love, Beau xx

(sorry for the lack of posts - my internet blew up. Then I lost my phone charger. The world hates me.)

La Futura

My future is the most up in the air

of any I know
- it's very distracting.

Lemme explain.

My dream dream dream was Stanford
with Cali weather and a flexible curriculum - hurrah.

Both my 'rents went to Oxford.

It gets tricky here - daddyoh to me off for a visit
I fell in lurve
primarily with his pride.

With that I let Stanford slip from my mind.

But really it's all I've ever wanted
but then a gap yah seems rather intense?
But then I would be living the DREAM
but then leaving the boy would be hard?

I dream of Cali sunsets, of ski and surf days
and of doing politics
liberally
with a touch of Natives
and some literature for empowerment.


Yes, I'm rather in a daze.

Any wannabe agony aunts with advice? pleeaaasseeee?

With Love, Beau xx

Hello, I Love You

Ah I suck at blogging

when coursework is piled high.

(photo from flickr)

I'm sorry I will be enduring the torture for another week longer.

Just a quick note

I was thinking of climbing a mountain
then Bub did climb one
by telling me to keepthatdatefree.

Young one is learning fast.

"I don't know where I'm gonna be in 5 years"
"Wherever you are we'll be together"

I miss him terribly cos things are on the up...
for now.

I have many many posts for all you loves out there
I will give them to you soon!

With Love (always), Beau xx

Mon Reve

If you don't remember this is B

Right now I don't miss anyone more
cos she's the bestie
and she's aweshum
and she owns an aweshum mustard yellow scarf ;)

One day I'd like to go on a road trip across the states with this girl
and Diego
and I hope that one day is very soon.

With Love, Beau xx

Peace Out

Today this man and I parted ways:

Ok so I'm not that important at all.
But exams (re-takes) are over
and it feels like the future is getting
closer.

The adrenaline rush
that comes from knowing
that the essays you just wrote
could make you or break you
is quite simply astounding.

And I adore that fact
that that cold room
is where dreams might be made.

Oh the irony.

So today doesn't just mark the first day
in, oh, forever that I am free to go out
but also marks
the beginning of my freedom
to make my mark on this world.

London first maybe?
(no worries wherever I go Bub will be with me)

Here's to happy futures :)

With Love, Beau xx

La Belle Paris

You may think I'm pre - empting myself

but bear with me
cos bub and I are very much in love...

since he has the half-french thing going on
this time for my birthday (August 24th)
Bub is gonna take me to Paris
not a-la-plage (which was perfection)
but PARIS

I cannot wait.

oh and he promised to take me here:

I've never been at night before.

Hopefully he'll buy me some of these!!


Yeh, I'm a lucky one.

With Love, Beau xx

This year is important

This year

is the 18 year
and I'm so very very grateful
that I have the kind of friends
who just go to dinner
share memories
and laugh when they wanna celebrate.

On your birthday you shouldn't have to try too hard.

Days when you're holding things together (just)

No matter how hard days get
Death Cab
make everything logical
so I can fix things
and smile again.

P.S. Nothing is half hearted

With Love, Beau xx

Friends Forever (Graduation)

So I've been thinking lately
that if I leave this town for another in England
I will feel terribly terribly trapped.

But equally if it's the USA
that ends up being for me
my heart will be absolutely wrenched
from my chest.

This song may just sum all that up...
I think.

P.S. Starter For Ten is a whole load of beautiful.

With Love, Beau xx

C'est la folie

Nights like these.
These songs.
These looks.
These moments.
Are why I want to make my life with you.

And these people.
Like your Uncle T.
Make me want to make that life in Paris.
C'est la vie. C'est la folie.

With Love, Beau xx

PS - c'est la folie because it is true madness that two misfits like us got to meet now.