Fuzzy Wuzzy

Well hello there!
I've been away for a bit haven't I...
Well, let's see. There wassssss Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving
We had our cousins over for thanksgiving. They brought the turkey and the rolls. We made the stuffing, potatoes, green bean casserole, you know, all that good stuff.

.....I started this post a few hours ago......

Since then I've eaten 3 cherry chip cakeballs  and watched both "The Day After Tomorrow" and "iRobot" with my dad.
I got to talk to Bob and St. tonight. I may get to see both of them soonish and meet Bob's bf hopefully. Yeah.

I'm gonna go to bed soon. All I want to do lately is sleep. I fell asleep in the middle of hanging out with Bree and WnN.
Actually interwebz, correction: All I feel like doing is sleeping. There's a difference.

-Melina Rose

I already ate all my food...

Today I woke up with a headache. It seemed like I was running late and I hadn't gotten my stuff together before so it was scattered around our house. I went to bed at 10 last night and I still woke up tired this morning. My neck is messed up and hurts like anything. I really wish I had some kind of money to get a massage or go to the chiropractor or something. Anyway, I went to Public Speaking this morning for class at 8. It was good. We started doing our impromptu speeches. I go our next class period, which is Wednesday.
After class, I lugged my stuff to "the nerd corner." They weren't really inclusive or welcoming today which I found strange but I decided to do some of my homework. After correcting my study guide for New Testament, I got on the computer and puttzed around Facebook and my other blog on here.
Yumi got to school a little while later and we went downstairs to get food. She bought a breakfast sandwich and I inhaled all of the food I had brought for lunch.....woops. The sad thing is, I'm still hungry. She's in her math class now and then we have Japanese. After that, I'm heading over to Sheep's house and we are going to study for that final we have tonight. I'm supposed to have memorized three verses but my headache is barely letting me think let alone memorize things.
I hope our test in Japanese isn't too hard today. Oh, I registered for my next class at our church. Woo.
I need to remember to bring $25 dollars tonight to buy the book. I hope I don't forget. .... I hope a lot of things.
I'm hungry.
Man, this conversation is really deteriorating.......

I want a vacation interwebz. A real freaking vacation.

-Melina Rose

P.S. I just stared at the screen for a few minutes with nothing going through my brain.
P.P.S. I don't remember what was so important that I was going to say.

The Heart

There once was a heart. It was cracked, bruised and dry. It was kept in a metal box that sat on one end of a park bench that no one really sat on anymore.

The park was a little ways away from a school and any number of students could have paid attention to it. But they didn’t. They didn’t really give it a second glance as it sat there on its bench. A few had ventured towards it but changed their minds when they saw the large padlock on the front. It wasn’t actually locked, only jammed in a closed kind of position. The truth was that the girl who the heart belonged to didn’t have the key in the first place.

            Everyday she walked by the park on her way home from school and everyday there was someone sitting by her box. She never really noticed or paid attention to it. She didn’t want anyone to know it was her heart.

            Everyday he saw her walking by the park with her friends. They were always laughing and she was always smiling but there was no sparkle in her eyes.

            He had been there the day she had come running into the park, by herself, holding that box. The tears constantly rolled down her cheeks as she made her way. She finally fell to her knees in front of that bench, shoulders shaking from her sobs. He watched with a heavy heart as she opened the box and placed her heart inside it. It was since that day he had sat next to the metal box on the park bench, the quiet beating barely audible.

            One day, he pulled the box onto his lap and inserted a key into the lock. He turned it and heard a faint click as the jammed, partially closed lock fully opened. Setting it aside, he lifted the lid and looked in.

            Tears appeared at the edges of his eyes as he saw the full condition of the heart. It was in rough shape, covered by welts and bruises. Cracks marred the once smooth membrane and it was obvious that it was in desperate need of moisture. As his tears fell, the heart became softer. It was no longer dry, watered by his tears.

            It was at that moment that two feet appeared in front of him. He lifted his head to meet the girl’s slightly suspicious but vulnerable gaze.

            “May I take care of it?” he asked, gesturing to the heart in his lap.

            “Will you actually?” she replied, not trusting him.

            “I have been all along.” He returned her searching stare with one that radiated warmth and she slowly sat down next to him. Carefully, he set the box on her lap. “Why don’t you take it out?”

            The girl’s shoulders drooped slightly and hung her head before sitting up straight like she had forgotten she wasn’t allowed weakness and then was prodded back into resolute pain. “It’s safe there. Nothing can get in and hurt it.” She avoided eye contact, looking in the opposite direction.

            He smiled sadly and placed his hand gently over her small, cold one. She looked back, feeling the warmth envelop it.

            “Keeping your heart in this box only hurts it more. It won’t heal unless you take it out.”

            The girl tried to look away as she felt tears spring to her eyes but couldn’t. There was such warmth and kindness, true love, in his eyes.

            “Why isn’t it in there?” He pointed to her chest where it should have been.

            “It’s defective. It betrayed me.” Her voice cracked. “It isn’t to be trusted.” she whispered to no one in particular.

            “I can teach it. I can teach it to do the right things if you’ll let me.”