I'm thinking about you...

I'm thinking about you like a baby thinks about her blanket...

Comfort? Mental stability? Warmth? So many theories about why a little baby girl would cry out in the night for a mere blanket. Whatever the reason. This is how I think you. Constantly. In the back of my mind I am always thinking to myself. Where is my blanket? Why isn't my blanket here with me now? I need my blanket to be wrapped around me giving me the reassurance that everything is going to be alright. I'm thinking about my blanket becasue my blanket is always with me. We've been through everything from sickness, to tears. But not only that; my blanket is my best friend! The first one to know all my secrets. My blanket is always there so it's only fitting that my blanket should know everything. My blanket is my protection. When something happens that makes a little girl feel hurt, alone, afriad, or sad; she grabs her blanket to protect her from the world. The blanket is her's to cry on. I don't know what I would do without my blanket.

Love is...

<3 Love is a hand looking for a partner to hold.
<3 Love is a bullet searching for hearts to wound.
<3 Love is a sunrise with endless possibilities to what lays ahead.
<3 Love is a puppy; eager to play.
<3 Love is a river that flows so quickly that it's almost dangerous.
<3 Love is a blanket warming the body of a newborn baby.
<3 Love is math, very difficult to understand, but once understood is shown to be absolutely necessary.
<3 Love is a rainbow; coming after a very large and difficult rainstrom showing that it was all worth it.
<3 Love is like the little stream. It just keeps on giving.
<3 Love is a pearl taking years and years of pressure and hardships to make it beautiful and perfect.

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The life of Peter...(Me)

Everything that i post on this blog is going to be difficult to be kept anonymous. Things that I do define me. I am known for being what I am seen doing. Most people don't know that I have hidden talents too. I've always loved music. Not just Lady Gaga, (although I do have a deep obsession with her music ABSOLUTELY!) I love classical music. Most people don't appreciate classical music only the way that a musician can. My mom has forced me to play the violin all my life. Only recently did I actually start to ENJOY this instrument that, in my childhood, was the source of all my misery! I also love country music. Nothing is more sexy then Brad Paisley when he sings and plays the guitar. His, and all country artists really have a soft spot in my heart from the time I was a little girl. Country is Daddy's music to me. He always found a meaning from every song he listened to. Even if it's a song as worthless as, "She thinks my Tractor's sexy." Even though that song is one of my absolute favorites. :)
I took this class for a few reasons. Number one, I heard Mr. Nelson takes school and actually makes it ENJOYABLE! WHO KNEW IT WAS POSSIBLE!? I am also taking this class because believe it or not, I love to write. Writing in a sense, is like music. It's basically just self expression. What is better then getting to say what you want, when you want, why you want, and about what you want? Nothing. I really am excited about this blog as well. No one will ever know who the real "Peter Piper" is. :) Pretty mysterious stuff. I'm going to love it!