I'm still kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one's got it all together. I don't think you ever do get it totally together. Probably if you did manage to do it you'd spontaneously combust. I think that's a law of nature. If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.
Michael Thomas Ford
No offense, but I'm getting stir-crazy. Can we please go downstairs and hang in the bar or do anything that keeps me from sitting here bored out of my mind while the three of you watch me grow eyebrow hair? I mean really, I am fine. I'm not going to spontaneously combust or do anything else freaky. Promise. (Tory)
The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never get struck by lightning, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.
I DON'T KNOW BUT, IT SEEM LIKE UH YOUR DADDY MUST HAVE GAVE YOU A TEASPOON OF HONEY EVERY NIGHT BEFORE YOU WENT TO BED OR WAS IT A PACK OF NOW LATERS 'CAUSE YOU'RE THE SWEETEST THING ON MY HEAD AND I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT I'D LOVE TO MAKE LOVE TO EVERY MOLECULE OF YOU AND IF YOU WANT TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST THAT'S WHAT WE'LL DO IN UNISON
Wars do not combust without warning. They begin as little fires over the horizon. Wars approach. A wise man watches for the smoke, and prepares to vacate the neighborhood, just like Ayrs and Jocasta. My worry is that the next war will be so big, nowhere with a decent restaurant will be left untouched.
I'm 100% certain of the quality of story I'm writing until I finish the outline and actually begin to write. At this point, I'm 100% certain the story sucks and I will never show it to another living soul. Until I type 'THE END.' At this point, I'm 50% certain it sucks, 50% certain it's brilliant, and 100% certain if I don't show it to someone I will spontaneously combust.
The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightening, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped foot on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the Queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman.
The next thing I knew Jamie was in my lap wrapping her arms around my neck as if she planned on keeping me hostage for eternity. If that were the case, bring on the shackles babe, because no way was I going to be the one to end this epic kiss. I felt like I was on fire-like warm energy was spilling out of Jamie, washing over me and causing all my hair to stand on end. I started shaking-just a slight tremor in my hands at first, but it quickly progressed to violent, uncontrollable shivers. The energy was filling my body so full I thought I'd literally burst apart at my seams. Then, when I was ready to combust Jamie finally stilled. She pulled her face back and smiled at me with a cool expression, but I know she was affected as I was. I wasn't the only one breathing hard and shaking. 'You can keep the gum, ' she said, trying to mask her feelings with a smirk. She couldn't quite manage it though. Her eyes were bright and full of disbelief. She was as surprised as I was. She climbed off me and with a wink said, 'Have fun at the dance.' And then she was gone. She walked out of the cafeteria as if that hadn't just happened. As if she hadn't just completely wrecked me. I had no idea if what I felt meant we were soul mates or something crazy like that, but I knew two things for certain. One: Jamie Baker wasn't the ice queen she pretended to be. And two: I wanted her more than anything I'd ever wanted in my entire life. I had a feeling this wasn't going to be easy, but I knew deep down in my gut it would be worth it. 'Game on, Ice Queen, ' I muttered as I stumbled back over to Mike to rub my victory in his face. 'You're already mine. You just don't know it yet.