Call me mr toilet cause I'm the shit

It's been a successfully wonderful day :) I hung out with this girl today. Her name is Skye and she is beautiful. It was fun. She's the kind of girl that makes me want to drink water instead of alcohol and take my vitamins and do better in school. She thinks she's plain, but I think she is gorgeous and doesn't even know it. And that just makes her even more attractive. But yeah. I thought about kissing her, but I'm afraid of scaring her off. So I didn't. Maybe next time. I hope she asks me to sadies :) I want to take her to prom, but that's not for a long time. I want her to wear a light blue dress. She makes me smile uncontrollably. I want her her to want me because we would be good together. We would make some sonic booms and share some hollywood-fade-to-black kisses.

You can never be old and wise if you were never young and crazy.

Dude, I thought you knew how to party hard.

Halloween :) Can't wait. End of story.

I took her home cause she was fine but then she pulled out a dick bigger than mine

I will choose to

Not even

Recall

or talk

or blog

about this shitty,

shitty day :)

Lights will guide you home...

I wish I could just make everything better for her. I know she feels alone and abandoned and like there is no one in the world there for her. But I'm here. Lean on me. It doesn't matter who doesn't love you because I do. Isn't that good enough? I hope it is because it's all I've got.

I'll be just fine pretending I'm not

I thought that was pretty ironic, but totally true at some points. The definition of a good friend found in the fucking scriptures is someone that makes it easier for you to live your values. Someone with positive peer pressure. So if that is the definition then that is also what we should be. I know I need to be more. More of a better friend. More of an example. More.

When I start to fall, I trust you enough that of course I'll ask for help.Please trust me too.

Trust everything that I tell you because lovee, why would I lie to you? I don't see the point in giving someone false confidence. That's just messed up. I'll always tell you the truth. If it's bad, I'll try to make it sound better, but I swear to god I'll never tell you that you look gorgeous if you don't. I'll be the guy that tells you the absolute truth. In a nice way though. I promise. I love you so much and I want you to know that. I will never let you fall. I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all. Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

You won't try to save me. You just want to hurt me. And leave me desperate. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had. Thank you, love. Thank you.

I'll never forget.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

I'm trying to though.

Can it kid... you have as much teenage angst as a papa roach song.

Today I saw a banana peel in the middle of the road so I swerved out of the way. Damn Mario kart! I wish Autumn was just over because I'm just fucking tired of it and I miss seeing a more happy Skye. I want to tell the sky that it will all pass and eventually it will be over and she can overcome and take over eventually because the seasons always move on you just have to get through it. But I don't know how to let her know that. I can't just like scream it out to the world or anything like that. Wow. I just realized how this post makes very little sense. So I'll just start over right now.

I was late to school today. I got a text that let me know one of my friends was having a bad day because of her ex boyfriend. I wanted to fucking castrate him. With a fork. What a douche bag. It's like they went out for three days. It shouldn't be hard to continue being friends after such a short dating period. Be a man. Good god, grow up. Then I was in a bad mood that there are guys out there that mistreat such amazing girls. Not just here, but EVERYWHERE. Don't men realize that without amazing women then the only sex we get is either very one sided or with another dude. Treat women right, assholes. Then I just ditched class with Karl and we talked about a lot of deep stuff. I'm really proud of him. And I'm grateful for the advice he gave me and how much he taught me.

The end.

Ess ell see, bitches. Go utes!

I went to see Terance today up at the university. I've never seen so much red before in my life. But they won yesterday, so I guess they have a right to be that proud. Maybe if I go there I'll have even more school pride than they have right now. I'll be the super-est fan.

I reconnected with an old friend and now I can't stop smiling because she just makes me happy and smiley. I'm not even sure why. The first time it was because she was so beautiful, but now it's more than that, but I don't know why. She gives me warm fuzzies inside. And I hope she is ok. And knows that she can never truly be replaced.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

We shot the moon

I know it will kill the moment but I'm so glad it's over. No more flower shit and chicken salmon shit and no more envelope stuffing. But... no more Tyra with my sister. No more comforting her about what's meant to be. She won't even be home anymore. He last name won't be the same as mine. I'll kinda miss that...

Love is all you need

Such a long day. I can't even begin to type it out. Love is forever.

Feelin so Gee

YEAH. That basically sums up me and Mike. And my day. I'm on my way to the wedding tomorrow. Good lord, it's weird to think about my sister being married :|

I <3 my big sis

Everyone has an epic fail at one point

So today I went mini golfing and got stabbed to death by the owner with a club! He freaking beat me to death with that beast. I’m lucky I survived. ;) No. But I did go mini golfing at my soon to be brother-in-law’s mini golfing shack. And when he handed me the club I did get a cut. And a Barbie band aid to ensure that I wouldn’t cry. It was way fun. And school is starting to slow down a little bit. I learned the word compunction and finished a book yesterday. I still don’t know what to think about it. Mostly because I don’t know what I would do if I was in the same situation as that. But I guess it does take a good book to get you thinking for not just one day but for two. I put my strawberry sculpture from Dixon on display and that was awesome and I got my homecoming pictures back finally. They look pretty damn sexy, I’m not gonna lie. Maybe it’s because I had the most beautiful date in the entire universe! That was an amazing night. I’m going to be a tea pot for Halloween J and Mike is going to be my cup! We couldn’t stop laughing when we thought of that one. Yeah, we are basically geniuses J

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

I think I'm forgetting something. I hope it isn't you

Isn't that the sickest thing you have ever seen? He did it in an hour. Because I asked him to make me something. It was made especially for me :) Makes me smile. Expect me to take a million pictures with that thing. Then I'll probably put them on myspace :) WOO

Good day today. Let's leave it at that. I passed all my tests. With pretty good grades too. I'm not going to lie. I'm pride of myself, but I won't let it go to my head because my head is already way to full of love. I hope it's love. If it isn't then I know nothing.

Hesitation...

Oh my god

Epic adventures with Mike that can't even be explained. I won't even try. Great day though. Her hugs make me smile beyond belief. Holding her hand is the most amazing feeling in the word. Off to the gym. I'll try to do another post for the one that avidly follows me. (I love you Adri) But if I don't... well, then don't beat me. Xoxo. Gossip Girl ;)

If I wished to entertain you then I would have joined show bizz

I got a spiderman cup. Suck on that, bitches. I helped my best friend with her history homework today. We took way too many breaks so it took a little too long. But that's ok. I would do anything for this girl. Why you may ask. Because she is my girl. And I love her.

Nuff said.

I'm too busy

I miss the people that I used to not miss.

I drive too fast to give myself the feeling of freedom.

I'll crash too hard so I remember it can be taken away.

I challenge germs to try to hurt me.

I changed a part of me because I saw myself in another form.

And I didn't like it.

I hug a little tighter and kiss a little lighter.

I let butterflies take over more often and let my hormones talk less.

Sometimes holding hands can be more fulfilling than her hands in my pants.

I laugh more spontaneously and swear a bit less.

I keep going till I can't and then some.

I share a little more and close myself less.

But I'm still afraid.

I have a crush on my history teacher.

I just went for a run to clear my head. And it was amazing. But I'm still a little lost and a little confused, but with friends, anything is possible. I'd be dead if I didn't have my friends. And that would most definitely suck.

No thoughts. No thoughts. No thoughts. No thoughts. No thoughts. No thoughts. No thoughts.

I need to work on thinking before I talk. It's not that I say mean things all the time, but it's that I'm too honest. When I talk I'll reveal my feelings and put myself in the most vulnerable position.

Raw honest emotion. Sometimes sharing that is the most dangerous thing you can do.

Become yourself. But make sure that you fit in with others. Be honest with others. But not too honest. Dare to dream. But not too big. Try to be different. But try to be the same. Share yourself. But not too much. The world is a huge contradiction.

Empathy. Empathy. Empathy. Empathy. Empathy. Empathy. Empathy. Empathy. Empathy.

The natural man is an enemy to god. I don't even know what I'm talking about. I hate liars. I've taken my vitamins like a good little child. I've been doing all my homework and studying for all my tests. I've gotten above eighty on all of them. And I'm not even cheating. Every kiss means something. I won't waste anymore.

I thought our kisses meant something because of the way you smiled and moved your lips. But now I see they were all spent in waste. But were they really? Because every one of them was in hopes that you would be my soul mate and that those kisses would be the ones that would always give me butterflies and send chills up my spine.

Sometimes your mistakes are the only things that lead you to your destiny. I believe in fate. I believe that the glass is half full. Usually.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

Oh, and P.S.

It is NOT acceptable for Dixon to want to change the spelling of his name to Dicks-on. SO not acceptable. If that gets passed I'll change my last name Penis and name my child Gottalarge and I'llsucka.

There is this girl named Adri and she has my heart

I'll have to do a really long post like aysap, but I'm WAY too busy today. And maybe tomorrow. SOOOO much to say. I hate school. Practices are building up. Laughter, stress, surprises, ruckus and girls.

Baby, when you talk in my ear, it drives me crazy...

Ok so today this girl in my math class was like “Drake, will you pleeeease help me with my math homework.” So I was like oh yeah sure fine but when I started helping her, one thing became obvious. She was better at math than me. In fact, she was actually good at math and needed none of my help. That’s when I figured that she was probably trying to pick up on me. She was interested me, but didn’t know how to approach me. God, girls. Guys are NOT that hard. At all. Do I seriously have to spell everything out for you? Guys usually like forward girls. Girls that hit on you and make it known that they like you. They like being chased, not just being the only one doing the chasing. If you like a guy, it’s ok to approach him and to be the one to text and call first. Guys are SO simple, it’s so easy. They like respect, compliments, gratitude, and feeling like a man. That’s basically it, and sex of course, but that doesn’t exactly pertain to this situation. Unless she wants to sex me now ;) jayy kayy J But seriously, she could have just been like “Hey Drake, can I talk to you?” (BUT never ever ever ever start with “we NEED to talk” don’t control me and tell me what I do and don’t need to do) then she could have just told me that she’s into me and asked me if I feel the same. Get bold! I admire girls that are confident enough to put themselves on the line like that. What I don’t admire are girls that pretend they are dumber than they really are. Just talk to me, god, I know it’s hard, I’m a guy, I usually have to be the one to do that. I know that rejection is terrifying, but because I know that, I honestly won’t be too harsh because I know how it feels. And why should I always have to be the one to always start the confrontation and to always text first and to always ask for the date? Why can’t the girls do it every once in a while? God, any fucking questions?

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

I wonder if you miss me

I've started writing my college admissions essays :) I'm applying to Westminster, U of U, Berkeley, and Brown. I really want Westminster, but I'll take any of them. And if I get none of them, then I'll have to suck up my pride and go to the community college. The future is so SCARY! God, what if all the plans I made fall through, or worse, what if they happen and I end up not liking them :| good god. NO MORE ANALYZING THIS SHIT!

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

I want to know how it feels to be altered by life...

God damn. She might be perfect. Smart. Funny. Amazing. She makes me smile. Beautiful. Well, that doesn’t even give her justice. Funny thing is, she has no idea how crazy I am about her. That’s the funny, ironic thing. She might be perfect.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

Baby don't worry, you are my only

Today was so funny. I went into the girl’s bathroom. It was after school so no one else was in there, I just went in there to read what they write on the stall doors. It was more entertaining than you would think. I found out how many girls are “sluts,” so many that I never would have expected. And I found out which girls are bitches and which ones give blow jobs. How do girls even find out these things? And furthermore, why do they write these juicy little tidbits on the bathroom wall?!?! This isn’t what guys do at all. They’re just like “Broooo, I heard this chick gives a KILLER bj.” Then they’ll facebook status it. They get gossip around to everyone not just to their own gender. You know what else I found on that stall door though? My name. Drake Throte. That’s right, I’m worthy enough to be written about on the holy scriptures of females. It said that I had a long tongue. That could be good. Idk, either way they are correct so I don’t give a shit. I wrote down a few little things of my own. Like how Mike Stantz has a small wiener and that Benson Taylor doesn’t even have one. I’m so chill J I was thought I was pretty funny. I also wrote about how awesome I am, but everyone already knows that.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

She makes me happy

October always seems like such an inspiring month. I’m not sure why. It makes me want to wear warm, thick sweaters that have ugly patterns on them. It makes me want to call my dad and ask him to play football with me out in the yard. With the leaves falling all around us. It almost makes me wish that I had a little sister around that would ask me to help her make a big pile of leaves and we would jump in it together. Yes, I know, I’m a walking, blogging cliché. No one ever really does this stuff. My sweaters aren’t ugly and the only pattern that I can think of are stripes. Me and my dad don’t even live together, let alone throw around the ol’ pigskin. I think I’ve jumped in a pile of leaves once in my life. I was in third grade. And that was back when I used to pretend I was in the circus if that means anything. For me October wants to mean those things, but instead October really means rugby practice and the end of cross country. It means being able to finally start wearing the sweaters that I started buying in the middle of July. It means carving dirty things onto pumpkins (one word, Pimkin pumpkin) and throwing pumpkin guts around my mom’s clean kitchen. Dealing with those annoying decorations that sing stupid songs like monster mash. Not being able to walk outside barefoot unless my feet are prepared to freeze. Putting on more than just my boxers. Girls don’t go outside in bikinis anymore. Long-boarding less and less. Girls stop showing as much leg as they used to. Tans fading. Hair growing longer. Notebooks aren’t as full. Jeans are finally starting to fade. Little kids walking home from school with gloves on, carrying their Halloween treats. Stores are more full of candy than you can even imagine. Everywhere you look you see costumes. Trees are full of more jagged angles and definitely are not green anymore. Trying to decide who’s party will be better. Is dunking for apples sanitary? Who should I ask to be the butthead to my beevis? My sunglasses are going out of style and I can’t wear them inside anymore. I start to read more and lounge outside less. I need more blankets and when I wake up it’s still really dark. More homework to do and stressing more about grades. Preparing for the end of term. Who’s going to ask me to Sadie Hawkens dance? October is the month of change. But then again, it all changes again in December and again in April and even more in May and June. Change can be a beautiful thing. I think all of these things certainly qualify for beautiful.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

Now that it's raining more than ever Told you we'll still have each other

Today was so cold! God, it was like summer one day, then, without any preparation, it was FALL! But not like the warm kind of fall. The really cold kind. But, at least it looks hella pretty. I wouldn’t go as far to call it beautiful, but it is quite nice to look at. The leaves are just starting to fall off of the trees. And today when I got home, I looked up for probably the first time. And you know what was up in my tree? A plastic grocery bag. I had never even noticed that it was up there. Maybe it was because it was hidden by leaves. Or maybe it was because I had never just taken the time to look up towards the sky. Well, like I said, fall is fairly pretty, but you always hear people making a huge deal about how gorgeous it’s supposed to be, but to me it’s like eh. But this plastic bag, I can’t even explain it, I think it’s beautiful. There is something about it that is just awe inspiring, I can’t quite explain why though, maybe because it’s just out of the ordinary. But I had never noticed it until today. Maybe because leaves that were supposed to be gorgeous had been hiding it, or because I never looked for it. Lets relate this to life. There are so many things that are supposed to be gorgeous out there. The world SCREAMS at us that they are beautiful, but if you look past those “beautiful” things, you can always find things that are even better in a unique special way. In my opinion, these things are even more pleasing to the eye. But some people, like I had, never chose to try to look past the leaves of autumn, or the “beautiful” things. Instead they were content with just seeing the everyday things that they can see anywhere. I don’t know if that even makes sense, but it does to me. If you choose to take any message from this though, it should be to look past what we are told is supposed to be beautiful and look for what we AREN’T told to admire. Because it is that way that we are able to find the truly amazing things. It is these things that we aren’t told to like, but we like anyways that are truly beautiful and it makes them SO much more beautiful than the mundane things that we are supposed to find lovely. SO much more beautiful that way. So Fall, Autumn, you can go shove that up your ass, you aren’t beautiful to me anymore. That “plain” plastic bag has so much more beauty than you’ll ever be able to have, no matter how much you try with all of those leaves falling. But that bag blowing in the wind, without even trying, has caught my eye.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

Now THAT is beautiful. In THAT I find strength. I don’t know about you, and honestly I don’t care what you might say. Because to me, THAT is something that catches my eye. And my eyes don’t want to leave it. XXXXXX

Not seeing the rest of you is getting the best of meeee

SO today someone gave me a note. And mind you, I haven’t gotten a note since like eighth grade. So I was seriously pumped to get one. So before I open it I look at the chick that gave it to me and I winked at her then I opened it and it was like “Dayummmm boy, you so sexy. Xoxo Charleeee<3” Um, yeah, chill note, baby. God. Let’s analyze this note, the good and the bad. First the good: ummm the heart at the end was really cute. It was folded way nicely. The handwriting was cute. And. Well, thank you. Now, The bad… “Dayummmm boy, you ^are so sexy. Xoxo Charleeee<3”>much too long. Where is the depth exactly? My name is Drake, yeah, you can call me that. Your name is Charlee not Charleeee. And lets use grammar next time, proper grammar that is. My god. Do I seriously have to tell you how to write a note? Oh but I did. I wrote back a note, to myself basically. I just rewrote the note that she wrote. Mine was so much better too. It was like,

“Hey, Drake. You look awesome today! You’re a genius to match your hat with your shoelaces that match the Nike swoop. Simply genius. Well, I just wanted to write a note to you to tell you that I think you are really sexy and that I hope you are having a nice day. And I can really tell that you’re getting ready for rugby. Nice job, by the way. It’s really working for you. And for me too ;) Drake, how about you give me a call tonight. Here’s my number 801-xxx-xxxx. Xoxo, Charlee <3” I know right, I should write notes to myself professionally. ;) Xoxo Drakeeeeeeee<3

Oh yeah, she threw my note away, the ungrateful bitch.

It might only make sense to those who get it

Long, long day. I'm exhausted so there is no time for me to make this one "pretty"

It's masculine, alright!

I was late to rugby practice. Again. God, I know. So then the coach made me run three extra miles to "discipline me" and it was raining. Hard rain, of course. So rain is PELTING me in the face and my jersey is completely soaked through and I'm calling my coach tons of awful words in my mind, but then I started to run out of insults

Bitch

Cunt

Douche bag

Bag of douche

asshole

...

munter.

And I was like, WHOA where did that come from? Then I remembered where that came from. And it made me smile. During the worst time of the week I was able to smile because I called my coach a munter and it made me think of someone.

But then I got home and I was just dripping wet so I took the warmest shower of my life. It felt great. And the smell of my cologne reminded me a little bit of Adri because she was the one who suggested I buy it and a little bit of Terance because he wore the same brand. And it was a nice feeling to be able to be reminded of people who are SO fucking far away. Sorry Dixon, I didn't think of you. Then I started reading the Scarlet letter. Which by the way, SUCKS ASS. And I just got to the part where the little devil child is dancing on someone's grave when my phone went off. It was my sister and she went on for a while about flowers or something and how she needed my help for this that and the other.

To be honest I stopped listening as soon as I said hello.

I mean, good god, I swear I've hear the exact conversation a million times. I don't care about the flowers and shite. That's pretty insensitive of me, but you learn to stop being wedding involved after the colors have changed five or six times. I can't even count how many times Uncle Morty has been invited and uninvited. Wedding drama, I can only hope that I never have to deal with it. My fiance won't be crazy. Hopefully. Anyways, so my phone was on speaker and Brit was going on and on, so I started reading again. Then she was FINALLY done talking. THEN my

phone.

Rang.

Again.

Luckily this time it was only the library calling to tell me that a book I had put on hold was in. It’s called the House at Riverton. Who knows, maybe it will be worthwhile. I’m really looking for a book to change my ways of thinking. Inspire me. I think it’s the cold weather. I always crave inspiring things in the fall and winter. Then in the summer I want something fun to read. Idk why. DKNY.

Mmmm, I’m tired of typing so I’ll do some flashpoints.

Cali calls and I can’t say no

Love is wayyyy too confusing for me

I’m just a guy, what do you expect? God.

I solved the mystery way before Karl

I literally spilled the beans. And stained my white skinnies L someone get me some oxyclean (BAM!) please

I took a risk and a chance, but I still don’t know if it worked

Sometimes I feel like I overexpose my personality K

I got butterflies when I saw something today <3

I just realized the time.

I learned a new song in sign language. 2000 light years away, by request of the one and only Adri J I love you, guuuuuurl. I’m in Miami Trick.

I wrote a new song today

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

I should be an. Artist. A sculpture. An Inspiration.

History homework and epic attempts at literature

I got in a fight with my crazy sister

A hungover headache from the night before

I took some advil, but I still need more.

I think I want a new pet fish.

It’s 12:34, make a wish J

Colton thinks his pinky reads thoughts

But I think he just did too many shots

I tripped on a shoe that isn’t even mine

My toenail suddenly has a brand new shine

Benson barfed in Karl’s new car

I think this blog is going a little too far.

I had a conversation that was long and deep

The kind that makes your faith just leap

I lost my phone a few times last night

But each time it was in my pocket without a fight

Dick told me he tapped some ass

<Doesn’t that sound funny>

But Juliette showed him some sass

That chick makes me laugh like shit

Meaningless kisses left an empty pit

Dreaming of the tomorrow where she’s in my life.

Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

Take none of it back

You've only got 100 years to live

I'm afraid of not making a difference. Of not making an impact on the world. Of leaving nothing behind when I leave, no legacy, no difference, no mark on the world. I'm afraid of being forgotten. Or even worse, being remembered for something that isn't good. I hope the memory I leave behind is positive. I want my great grandchildren to be inspired when they think of me. I don't want to be the guy that the family hides. I want people to attend my funeral. I want them to laugh of fond memories and cry because they'll miss me. I want many people to be there to remember their friend Drake. I don't want to be forgotten. I CAN'T be forgotten. I can't let that happen. Please remember me. For gods sake, don't forget me. Remember me.

If there's nothing missing in her life Then why do her tears come at night

So fucking chill today. Like you have no idea. Me and Mike went to a park and scared little children. We found these old bed sheets and we wrapped ourselves up in them from head to toe with only our eyes showing through. Kinda like Arabic women or whatever. But then we would just choose a random kid and follow them around in a creepy manner. It was way more funny than it sounds. Mike was a real dirtbag though. There was a twelve year old boy right and Mike was just trailing his ass like there was no tomorrow, so the kid screamed and mike was all

“You better scream, you pointless mother fucker!”

I couldn’t stop laughing. I was seriously doubled over in laughter, but then mike did a creepy walk and staring right over me and then I ripped my sheet. It was so fun. Then we threw bologna at kids for a while. It stuck right to their faces. Then we just went home and toilet papered some bitch’s house. Ruckus and girls.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

PILE IT BITCH

P.s. When we went back to Mike’s house, his sister was watching general conference and. I think. I think I want to put God in my life. Or at least some kind of meaning. Or purpose. Like why am I here on earth? What’s my mission? What do I need to do to make the biggest impact on the lives of others? Do I need God to find that out or do I just need to soul search? How do I find out who I am and why I’m here and what I need to do? That was a little random, yeah? Yeah, well so is your face J

She liked that I matched my hat with my shoelace belt with my Nike swoop <3

I just got back from my date and I’m not gonna a lie. It was pretty amazing. I went to her house and she looks amazing. I have this thing for girls that wear dresses, I think it’s totally hot, and I think someone told her because she was wearing one. And her hair was curled and she just looked totally beautiful. I felt like I was totally underdressed when I saw her. But so then when I opened the car door for her I noticed something else, she had a trail of purple stars spiraling up her leg. It was a total turn on, no doubt. So then we started driving out to makeout point right and she was just being a total cutie all bubbly and excited and stuff. And to be honest I was being a total stud because I started holding her hand like as soon as we got on the road. I love holding hands while I’m driving. I think it looks adorable. Especially because it was starting to get dark and everything. God it was amazing, like I can’t even talk about it without smiling. Bahaha. But so we get there and at first we just sit in the car and look out at the city and we start talking about a lot of stuff. Like I wouldn’t have guessed about a lot of the things that she told me. She’s a total babe by the way. But then she had the idea to go sit outside, so we get out of the car (Yes, I opened the door for her) and we went and sat on the hood of the car (Yes, I had my arm around her) and then we laid down and I went and got a blanket. It was totally cute when we were all wrapped up and cuddly. Just me and her and the stars. And when we were talking she was like, “Drake, you can follow the stars.” Then she took my hand and she led my finger across the trail of stars on her leg. And I followed the stars. Then she drew stars in sharpie going up my arm all the way up my neck and ending behind my ear. She sent tingles up my spine when she touched my arm. At the end of the night I really wanted it to be special, so I didn’t kiss her because I think it’s better that way. I’m not even sure if we’ll go on a second date. We’ll see how I feel after I over analyze the whole date about ten times in my head. Follow the stars, I did.

-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte

You're in harms way. I'm right behind. Now say you're mine. Don't let go. One dance left.

So I’m going on a date tonight. And I’m fairly excited. Cali Lynne. Makeout point. The best one. And star watching. No, we aren’t going there to “star watch” we really are going to watch the stars. No, I won’t pull some cheesy pickup line about how it’s “in the stars for us to make some stars.” Nope, it won’t be all about that. I’m hoping we’ll just talk and I’m really hoping she’ll have some intelligent input. You know, some depth to her. She’s super beautiful, but if she isn’t fun to talk to, it’s over. Is that shallow of me? Or is that so unshallow that is sounds pretty shallow? What the hell does that even mean? God. I’m over analyzing I think. I just feel ready for something to happen. For destiny to catch hold of me and take me where I should be. It’s official, I sound like a pussy. But that’s ok, because I have a hot date tonight and Mike^TM, you don’t buddy. The chicks aren’t digging your unwashed shirt. Haha. Life is how you live it and we’re living it up tonight.

Drake Mytonguewontbedownher Throte. Tonight.

Real beauty is knowing that nobody's eyes shine exactly like yours. You taught me that. Now you need to learn it.

Right now I can’t even begin to explain how disappointed in how little love people have for themselves. I’m just going to say it right now, plain as day. Adri, you are beautiful.

You need to stop comparing yourself to others and just take in your own beauty.

God, I could write a million songs and it still wouldn’t even begin to explain your beauty. Adri you are one of my best friends and I love you so much. I would do anything in the world to let you know how much you mean to me. You’re smart even though you think you’re just a dumb blonde, but I know better. I’ve seen you write perfect English essays. So maybe you don’t get numbers. But not everyone is meant to. I know you have something within you to help you survive. You have a fire. Adri I know you think that there is no one in the world that wants you, but that’s just because you don’t look back and see the guys that are lining up for you. You have no idea how many guys are completely in love with you. Watch out for your best friends, I think they are the ones most in love with you ;) Adri. Love. Darling.

Please just know that even if you think nobody is there for you and nobody cares, I am here for you and I care. I always will be here for you.

I know Orem is far away, but I’m just a phone call away. Maybe even less. I’ll do anything for you. Because that’s what best friends do. Who cares what your “best friend” is saying about you. If people believe that then they aren’t worth it. I love you Adri. With all my heart. I know I give you shit, but just know that it’s because I love you so much. I wish that the world never would have torn you down or done anything to make you stop smiling. Because that isn’t the Adri I remember.

I remember an Adri that always smiled and didn’t are what people said as long as she was happy.

I don’t know where she went. But I want that Adri back. Because I know that was the Adri that loved herself the most and was the happiest. And that is all I want. Don’t listen to the world. Because the world is dumb in most perspectives. The world will take a beautiful girl and still tell her that she is ugly just because. Just for no reason. The world says that as thin as you are, it still isn’t thin enough. Or your teeth aren’t white enough or straight enough. Or your hair should be curly, no it should be straight, no wavy, no, it should definitely be messy.

The world will constantly tell you what you should be, but you are already what you NEED to be.

You are thin enough, beautiful enough, your hair looks amazing no matter what. But you know something else, none of it should even matter. The people that don’t care how you look are the most important. Screw the rest. Do things for yourself and only for yourself, not for the world. It doesn’t matter to me how you look, and I hope that it can stop mattering so much to you too. Let your hair be a little funny one day. Go outside without makeup on. Just

let the need to be perfect go

because no matter how hard you try, you’ll never make it there. So it’s time to embrace the fact that you have faults because guess what… Faults are amazing. How many times have you seen a crooked heart that I’ve drawn and smiled? Don’t you always love freckles across noses? Tan lines? Things that make people different and unlike others? I know you do.

Start embracing your faults instead of dwelling on them so much.

Your life will change in such a positive way.

LOVE YOURSELF

Drake Tonguedownyour Throte