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6.30.2003
I received a phone call today, but wasn't here to get it. As I was dialing the number to return the call, I wondered to myself what it was about. I thought maybe she needed a favor, or maybe she was setting up the next issue of the Zephyr. I was honestly preparing my excuses whenever the phone was ringing. So when Meredith finally did answer the phone, I was completely unprepared for what she was about to tell me...flowers? visitation? our Jenny? the notorious EIC? I feel so bad for her. Here I sit, thinking only of my petty self, when she is dealing with a major loss such as that. Well, we are going to be there for her. The entire journalism group. Just like she was always there when we needed help, we will be there too. Why? Because Jenny, we love you!
Care Bear @ 9:36 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
A PLAY...ON WORDS
They say...
but WE know.
The truth...hiding.
Cover girl, and go.
Nothing knew...
Everything old.
Imagine...nation
World wide, being bold.
Ring...Ring
a Heard...of silence
nEVER...forEVER
weighting down...on you.
Care Bear @ 8:59 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
When i started writing MISSunderstanding, it was simply because i couldn't put my feelings into words. I continued it for the same reason. Sometimes, I wish i could jump into someone's mind and see what they are thinking...especially with guys. They say that girls are hard to understand? Whatever! They say that girls play games? Okay!? They say that they will never get us? Well, the feeling is mutual. At least we call when we say we will. At least we know how to make plans in advance. At least...
Care Bear @ 8:52 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
MISSunderstanding
"I can't believe I am holding you like this," he whispered into her hair.
She couldn't believe it either. They had known each other forever, but neither had taken the time to truly get to know the other. However, in the past 3 weeks, things had changed. As she settled her head on his shoulder, his arm found her shoulder and gently rubbed it with his thumb. The night surrounded them, and nothing except for glowing candles and the cricket's song filled the air. His relaxing shoulder, soft touch, and the steady rhythm of his breathe put Joan at total ease.
She ran her hand down his stomach and could feel him tensing up. He exhaled slowly as if to calm himself. Knowing that she was sending a chill through him was completely exhilirating in itself. Joan knew that Danny didn't want anything from her, but she couldn't hold back her feelings. Each time she was near him, the nervous butterflies took flight in her stomach and all she could do was giggle. They didn't even have to talk. Just one anothers presence was enough to fullfill the evening.
"What are you thinking about?" Joan asked inquizatively.
"Nothing really," Danny replied. "Just how surreal this all is."
With that, he leaned down and kissed her with the utmost gentleness.
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After last night, Joan couldn't believe he hadn't called. Nothing extreme happened, but there was definently a bond between Danny and her. The way he held her showed that he cared. Or maybe she was just fooling herself.
"I'm such an idiot," she said out loud. "I could have tons of guys, but I pick the one that doesn't seem to want to put an effort behind a relationship."
She had made a committment and was determined to abide by it. With each hour that passed in which he didn't call, a piece of her heart chipped off. The other evening flooded back into her mind.
She smiled timidly at him, and he understood the gesture. It was as though words escaped them. The first kiss had been gentle and reserved, but with each growing second, the moment became more intense. He wanted her. With his strong arms, he pulled Joan towards him. She yielded willing, melting like butter in his hands.
"You're so beautiful," Danny proclaimed to Joan.
"I'm so beautiful?" Joan said, interrupting her daydream. "If I'm so beautiful and wonderful, why hasn't he called?"
Even in the darkness of her room, Joan felt in the spotlight. She had been taken a fool. No guy had ever stood her up before Danny. Yet, he had managed to do it 3 times in the last week. Her bitter sadness turned to anger and the loneliness grew into a rage.
"He can't treat me like this," she said firmly. "I'm..."
However, her words were interrupted by the ring of her phone.
( to continue )
Care Bear @ 8:46 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
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