The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

I Am On Another Ride.... The Fun Happy One.

The previous entry was meant to be posted yesterday, but I got to tired and finished it this afternoon. Anyways... I have a lot more to post.

The other day I recieved a letter in the mail from Molly. Inside was this poem:

gazing past the sky afar
I wish upon a falling star
that love I send upon moon beams
finds its way into your dreams
I wish it's me you're dreaming of
while I watch the stars above

did you see the sparks that flew that night
did you see my very soul a light
all because you cared so dear
and held my body close and near

everyday it's you I miss
the way we hugged, the way we kissed
the way you whispered in my ear
all the words I wished to hear

I know that it is you I want
but love and strength the distance taunt
I know I can be strong enough
for you're the one I want and love

Isn't that sweet? I think so. Thank you babe. I am thinking of putting some of those words in my song for you.

Today, after school, I worked out in that program again. I am tougher this time around, I could feel it, but I wasn't at max strength being I didn't feel well today. I almost didn't go, but I forced myself to train. (I Have to shape up for Miss Molly) Well, shower time came, and that's when I got annoyed. While washing my my hair, I felt something cold shatter on my chest. I rinsed and when I opened my eyes there is my brother laughing with snowballs. That cheap skate.... throwing balls of cold, frozen precipitation at a naked man while he is shampooing is just cheap.... but, the locker room stories get better.... I am totaly embarresed and I can only imagine what kind of harrasment Ryan will give me tomorrow. AYE! So, I was toweling off right? Suddenly I felt something sting my butt. I yelled out what the hell and turn around to find Jake Gordon with rubber bands. That son of a.... I threatened that if he did it again I would go over and wrestle him down and have my bro white wash him. Suddenly, sure as there are thirsty people in hell, another sting. I wrapped the towel around me and went to put him in a hold from behind. As I was holding him, he knocked my towel off. 2 seconds later, the wrestling team walks in and coach has a stunned look on his face. It was as if the whole locker room had frozen in time for 5 seconds. I couldn't help but laugh about the thought of what they thought walking in and seeing a naked man grab another man from behind. *snicker* Gawd, curse my luck. Yeah, so I left the school and went to my board meeting for the Farm Where Living Things Grow. I am in charge of the website and I help with other things. Brian gave me a ride and revealed that he does know what Molly is planning.... grawer.... they like torchering me I swear. I sat in the board meeting with Charity, and a few familier faces from over the years of being in Shelby, including the cop who arrested Justin (also my bus driver) Carol. She was suprised to see me there as well.

Charity brought me back home afterwards and I called Molly. We talked for about an hour... ack.... bad bad me... high high phone bill. This is what I am sure I know now. On the 31st, if everything goes right, Molly will either be coming up here for a few days, or me down there for a few. *Is anxious to see Molly* The first thing I will do is wrap my arms around her and kiss her! Her parants seem to like me now. Amazing, I even made her mom laugh the other night when she answered. I asked her to tell Molly that Marc with a C called. Also, her dad is the one behind this plan for the most part. Good man.... I like the guy alot now! After forcing myself off the phone with Molly, I went and sat and watched Pirates of the Caribean with Mom and Joey. Wonderful movie. In one word I would describe it as "Ironic". I think it was written off that word the way everything has to be ironic to something else in the movie. Wonderful. I recommend it highly. [eM] approved!

So, movie gets done and as I am getting online tonight, the door opens. It's my aunt with a Xmas card from dad. He also sent a picture of him. Looks like big M has lost 40 or some lbs. Proud of him... and I can't wait till the next time I get to see him. He is in prison for the next 8 years incase anyone has yet to visit my previous journal to know that (go to my website and click on the link on the right for it). So now I get to hear... and I am still thinking of Molly. Hmm, maybe I will go read my friend Tory's blog thingy. I see a whole new side to her and it's like I understand where she stands on all her problems and goals. Till next time...

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 11:44 PM