As I procrastinate...

I know it's pretty evil, but I think at one point in their life every girl does it. You know how no matter what you can usually tell when a guys into you, like actually into you and you pretend that you don't know cause your not sure if your interested. Yeah... you know.. I know you know. That little period of back and forth flirting watching him get desperate man it makes me laugh. Watching while he tries to catch your eye, innocently staring away..well innocently enough. I swear thats what summer flings are all about. Your nervous and shy, but all you can do is smile and hes trying his best, you can see that...but you still want to push his buttons. That point just before you dive into anything.. that little itty bitty chase that you remember when your alone and wish damn couldn't that have lasted longer while you wait oh so impatiently for the next time you meet...and act like "hey, what are you talking about, I wasn't despretly holding my phone in front of my computer waiting for you to call/text/email". Why can't we just say it, tell them that we were desperate to see them, to smile, and blush while they watch us bewildered, grinning for no reason at all? Is it cause we're scared the chase will end, he'll stop trying? not like us anymore? Slow things down, or is it cause the demon takes over and we just want to torture them. Whatever it is man, does it make me laugh.

the world..."post-wars" and my usual rant.

The smell of basil, that's what I remember. I can still smell it just a little bit. The helicopter blew all the leaves everywhere, on to roofs, through the fields and on to the faces of those kids chasing the gigantic flying monster we arrived in. They flocked us like we were celebrities, something special to be looked at. I hid my gun. That's when I saw her. She was tiny, but she had these deep brown eyes. I swear it was like an ocean of brown, they were filled to the rim with something that shouldn't have been there. That wisdom...the experience with death. Her face was burnt, and she hid behind a small veil. Being completly oblivious to everything but her, I tripped and my gun fell through the green and grey uniform, silver like a flash of lightening. I know she had seen it, I saw her look of horror when she ran away. That was the closest thing to childhood innocence I saw there.