Honey, I'm home!

So, I'm back in Minnesota, the land of 10,000 lakes. 

My plane landed at like, 6 or something tonight, which is good. As annoying as my family can get (and that's REALLY annoying. Just cause I don't blog how childish and idiotic they get doesn't mean they aren't childish and idiotic, because they are) I did miss them. Anyway, now I'm watching a House (Ya know, the doctor-y show with the drug addict guy) marathon and chillin' in my ASU (Arizona State University) hoodie. So that's cool. 

Also, it rained earlier. I would've taken pictures, but my camera is dead. I forgot the charger on the trip so I had to make one fully charged battery and one at 50% last for 11 days. I succeeded, because I'm that frick fraken cool.

So, who wants a list? I like lists.

Things I did In Arizona I've never done before

• Flown on an Airplane by myself
• stayed with a kickass person in Arizona (said kickass person is named McKenna)
• driven up a mountain
• discovered I do NOT like driving up mountains.
• Discovered I like flying in airplanes DEFINITELY a lot more than I like driving.
• had 3 of my favorite TV characters die in one day
• gone swimming outside in April without dying of frost bite.
• flown on an airplane by myself for the second time ever.

So yeah. Also, me and Kenna wrote a poem together, entitled Broken. Here it is.

This isn’t me.

I’m trespassing in your life,
draining you of everything,
and wearing a mask molded of
my skin.
~
Don’t touch the fire,
we’d rather die a slower death.
I am a piece of hot metal,
digging deep down into your skin
and branding you with my fingerprints.
mine. you’re mine.
why do i feel guilty for hurting you?
l wanted to feel something
for a while it was pleasure,
but now i can only feel pain.
~
You scarred me with invisible blades,
and seared my skin
like pouring acid
over a thousand wounds.

Why do you feel pleasure hurting me?

You stand on the edge
of glass and destruction,
the soul barrier blocking the two,
but you only fuel the feud.

The only reason
we aren’t broken
is because you break me.
~
I ripped out your heart 
and i consumed you
i unraveled you until you were nothing but
dust and blood and
fragments of soul.

somehow, it was never enough.

i could have told you
everything, and 
i could have dressed your wounds.

i can’t apologize to ashes.
it’s your turn.
kill me.

then we both will be free.

~~~

The squiggly line thingy separates points of view as well as the poet. The odd numbered parts- the first and third- are by me, and the even are by Mckenna.

So yeah, I've got to go try (and fail) to readjust to Minnesota time and temperate.

Bye!!! (SORRY I LOOK SO BAD IN THE PICTURE. I LIKE NEVER WEAR MAKEUP SO I LOOK REALLY UGLY GENERALLY ESP RIGHT NOW OKAY)

Signing off,

~Rhiannon Lee~