This movie was so cute, How To Train Your Dragon, I mean think about it… WHO WOULDN’T WANT ONE?! I freaking would, holy shit, like you can ride it and pet it and it will protect you. A friend? Absolutely. This image right here is just beautiful, it’s meeting halfway and it’s trusting a stranger. Life could be so much more beautiful if this happened more often.

"in sickness and in health", they really aren't lying.

So here’s the DL, in the middle of Spring Break I ended up in the doctor’s office and they swabbed my mouth and gave me some penicillin pills and off I went. A few days later I felt better and didn’t think to much about my results cause since I was feeling better I was assured it was Strep Throat. Moving on, next thing I know the pills are done and a sore throat and headache are back with even a bit of pressure in the middle of my upper body around my spleen section. Went back to the doctor and apparently having pressure on your spleen is a symptom of Mono… he doesn’t think it necessarily is because my glands didn’t look swollen but they feel like they are in the process. I have been through Mono once before, funny thing is it was this time last year… when I went through Mono I ended up at over five clinics and an EMT at one point. I ended my journey tired and crying in the hospital hooked up to IV cause they couldn’t get steroids into me fast enough. For a week a tube stayed in my arm and I was at the hospital in the morning and at night for more drugs, I thought I was going to die. So even though I may not have Mono the fear still stands and because there is not a cure out there, I’ll be getting fucking prescribed mouthwash and keeping an eye on my temperature and aches and pains… hopefully this doesn’t get any worse, whatever the hell it is.

I believe that most things happen for a reason.

Last night my friend's grandmother had a few strokes but she still came to school today and her grandma was still alive in the hospital. This morning when I arrived to school she got a phone call basically saying that if anybody wanted to see her grandmother than they had to get to the hospital in fifteen minutes. So I asked if she needed a ride and we dropped everything to get there, her family was waiting so I dropped her off at the hospital door and drove away. Getting back to school I got a phone call of my own from my friend who simply said "Thank you so much Megan, I got there just in time to say I love you and that was it." Today I am a hero in somebody's eyes.

... and another one.

Last Passenger
Written by Megan Lizee

The wind is blowing past my windshield,
drops of rain splitting to either side.
Looking to my right, I glance into your beautiful hazel eyes.
Slippery roads, construction signs made blurry.
I wish this wasn’t just a memory.

You were my everything, my whole word in a sunshine rose.
My whole life in a girl who loved me for all that I am, all my downs and lows.
I miss you baby, I’m sorry lady.
The last night of my life, painted in every window of my car.

Dark skies and vivid eyes,
a clutch in my hand and a foot off the brake.
Shadows casted by the trees and stamped posts.
Screeching wheels and burnt impact,
a crash, a goodbye, a license taken from me.

Her screams haunting my consciousness tonight.
Laying in my bed afraid of the nightmares to reoccur, yet again.
I wish this wasn’t just a memory.

You were my everything, my whole word in a sunshine rose.
My whole life in a girl who loved me for all that I am, all my downs and lows.
I miss you baby, I’m sorry lady.
The last night of my life, painted in every window of my car.

The day before, we were smiling all the way home.
Street lights shining, across the blades of rain.
This night was our honeymoon, a sample of the happiness yet to come.
This night was everything, my last day of my life.
The last day of, my life.
I wish this wasn’t just a memory.

You were my everything, my whole word in a sunshine rose.
My whole life in a girl who loved me for all that I am, all my downs and lows.
I miss you baby, I’m sorry lady.
The last night of my life, painted in every window of my car.
The last day of my life.

Trying out song writing...

Wings Flying
Written by Megan Lizee

Sparkling stars and eyes of furry,
baby let’s run away without a worry.
Awaiting the luminous morning joyride,
offending all drunken teenagers with fragile pride.
We don’t need a party, we don’t need the moon,
we just need eachother, a love so strong that ended so soon.

Glide away with me baby, all passionate days waiting.
Fly away with me baby,
spread your wings out and feel the wind God gave you.
Take flight, glistening into the night, feel the world in your wings.
Pack every little thing in a suitcase,
and we’ll follow the road that was once a race.

Our age, our glory, with no need to ever say sorry.
We were attacked, beaten and bruised but we are still the same.
Frantically diving and twirling and spinning, now everything is steady.
The rivers have stopped and the future is frozen.
We were in love, now one’s an angel spreading her wings.

Glide away with me baby, all passionate days waiting.
Fly away with me baby,
spread your wings out and feel the wind God gave you.
Take flight, glistening into the night, feel the world in your wings.
Pack every little thing in a suitcase,
and we’ll follow the road that was once a race.

We will be together, forever, in a new world of pleasure.
We will hold hands again, we will run away and seek out a place to stay.
But for tonight, I’ll sit with you and stare up at the stars.
I wish you could see me baby, I wish you could see me.

Glide away with me baby, all passionate days waiting.
Fly away with me baby,
spread your wings out and feel the wind God gave you.
Take flight, glistening into the night, feel the world in your wings.
Pack every little thing in a suitcase,
and we’ll follow the road that was once a race.

Everyone always wants to look like somebody else, but did you even give a thought about the people that might be admiring you?
— ML

Dolph Lundgren is awesome.

“as a teenager Dolph was into music and played the drums and the trombone, performing on TV several times. Recently on the Swedish Eurovision Song Contest heats, Dolph was one of the hosts. Before the competition began, each host was asked to take part in a musical performance of their own and Dolph chose to do Elvis Presley’s “A Little Less Conversation”. Some people would content themselves with a bit of singing and dancing, but Dolph can’t dance so he adds in two karate demonstrations and a drum solo.

So there you go. Dolph’s not just the star of 40 action films, but also a talented musician, champion martial artist, former special forces soldier and a highly qualified chemical engineer. Don’t even think of breaking into his house.”

I LOVE THIS GUY !