Be Different. Act Normal.

jUST bE A lItTLe dIFFeRnT...

You're All In My Head and Stuff...

Im thinking about you. 

Like stars think about being with stripes. 

Like blood thinks about different types? 

Am I your type?

I think I'm going crazy.

Cause your making me go crazy.

You also make dizzy. 

Like carousels think about getting dizzy. 

And, like bee's think about getting busy.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Like protons think about neutrons.

Like Jupiter thinks about Saturn. 

Like salad thinks about garlic cheese croutons.

And, who gives a crap about all the different patterns!?

Cause I'm thinking about you.

Like swings think about the clouds.

Like birds think about flying South. 

Like I'm trying not think about going South. 

(do not insert "if you know what I'm sayin'" phrase here)

I'm thinking about you like, headphones think about your ears.

And, like commercials think about beer. 

but, sometimes also that stupid seductive shampoo hair model... 

I hate her.

Like legos think about building barbie houses.

Like the Sun thinks about the Moon

Like Mickey Mouse is crazy for Minnie Mouse's... everything. 

And, like a soldiers wife thinks about her husbands life and the last thing on his lips saying, I love you. 

P.S. I'll be home soon. 

I'm thinking about you like movie tickets think about hands. 

Like, wrinkled hands with a watch think about the hands on the clock that think about the time and where its going. 

I'm thinking about you like, Elton John on the record player thinks about Daniel.

and like a broken record playing, I'm thinking about... thinking about... thinking about.... you.

Reasons I am happy ect.

 A list of things I'm in love with:

• The smell of campfire smoke from a distance
• Warm showers
• The reflection of the sun on the moon
• Falling asleep to music my mother played when I was a child
• Sunbeams through the trees
• Boating in Lake Powell
• Camping under the stars
• Watching the sunset on the beach
• Getting my hair played with
• Warm rain
• Temple Square Christmas lights (the way they used to be)
• Laughing when its late at night
• Pinterest 
• The way guys smell when they walk past you in the hall
• The sound bullets make when they ricochet off of metal targets 
• The feeling you get before you sneeze
• Hercules the cartoon character(too fine)
• Dancing and not caring who is watching
• The corn dogs at Disney Land
• Dressing up
• Sleeping
• Drawing pictures
• Wearing new shoes
• Scratch and sniff stickers
• Peony bushes
• Hi-Chews
• Receiving a sincere compliment
• Water balloon fights
• Lamp
• Roller coasters
• When the sky reflects on water
• Hearing the words I love you

I'm just sayin'...

Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?

A: To get to the other side!

I don't get it...

Why are knock knock jokes also supposed to be funny?

Wanna hear another joke?

Q:Why does everybody seem to have someone but me???

A: Because I always take advice from other single girls.

Q: Why do people pretend to be someone they're not to get attention?

A: Just be yourself. Be yourself.  

(Laugh if you understood what the line above was from)

Q: If you drop a bowling ball and golf ball at the same time from off the top of a building, which one will hit the ground first?

A: Shut up. You'll never understand physics.

Q: Why does the moon go through different phases?

A: Because the moon is just like me and I also need the sun to keep me from disappearing...

Here's a little fact for you.

F: Stop pretending that you know everything. You don't know anything.

Death

Death. 
Im am supposed to write about death... 
Death is kind of an awkward thing to write about. 
One second you are here, you're blinking and you're heart is beating, and the very next second, you're in a place none of us have ever been. 
I don't know what I should think about it. 
I don't know wether to think of it as a good thing or to think of it as a bad thing. 
Like when your grandpa is dying from Cancer and you would do anything to make him feel better. 
but then death opens up with a warm embrace to take you onto "a better place". 
How is that a bad thing? 
Or like the time when your best friend from childhood is shot and killed at the age of 4. 
How is that a good thing? 
Death is the most two faced son of a mother that I have ever known! 
Death is completely unpredictable yet absolutely predictable. There are times when I see death and it seems so friendly and welcoming and it makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. 
But then, There are other times when I see it and its just down right cold and selfish and remorseless. 
Death is no friend of mine. 
In fact, I'm actually quite scared of death. 
I'm scared of the fact that you can't run or hide from it.
Even if somehow you do, it will always find a way to catch up with you. 
I'm also scared of the next time I will see it. 
Who will its next victim be? 
I hope and pray everyday that it won't be someone who means the world to me.
I'm also scared of when my time will be. 
I haven't finished seeing the world yet! 
I haven't finished trying to influence it! 
And then, along comes death to take you away wether your finished or not! 
I'm sorry if this sounds like a hate letter about death. 
I guess it's just doing its job... 
I was watching Forrest Gump last night, and I learned from Mama that " Death is just a part of life, something were all destined to do." 
Yeah I guess she is right. 
Were all going to die someday. 
But, don't let 'YOLO' become a way of life. 
Do something great and make and adventure. 
That's all I have to say about that...

-Darla Roe

Y2K and Captain Hook

Could somebody please explain to me why I am so scared?

It's starting to consume my life. 

Could you like, give me a pill or something to make it stop?

Actually, don't. 

Cause I'm afraid of drugs.

I'm afraid of what they can do.

I'm also afraid of fire.

One time when I was eight, I was in Sunday school and my teacher told our class that if we didn't repent of our sins, then we would burn during the Second Coming.

Yeah, those words still scare me. 

I'm afraid of silence. 

That ear piercing sound of nothing always makes me feel uneasy.

Loud noises scare me too. 

And that jolt of electricity that run through your body right after they happen.

I'm afraid of driving too fast in the car.

Im afraid of running out of toilet paper in public restrooms.

I'm afraid of what's really in a hot dog.

I'm afraid of the footsteps I hear upstairs when I am the ONLY ONE HOME!!!

(It legit just happened you guys!!)

I'm afraid of homeless people. 

Not because some of them look like they could turn you into a human skin suit, but because they have nothing when I have everything I could ever need. 

What's even scarier is that most of them are actually well off, dishonest, people trying to steal your compassion and all the money in your wallet. 

I'm afraid that Enya is never going to make a new Album.

Im afraid of that stupid 3 foot doll my grandma keeps in our laundry room.

I let her keep it in there though because she loves that doll and I am afraid that someday I won't get to see her smile again. 

Yeah yeah, some of these things are really dumb but, these are things that strike fear in my soul.

What scares me the most is never being good enough.

In school, In being a sister, In being a future parent/spouse, But most of all, in the way God views me.

That absolutely terrifies me... 

A Tribute for Bricks

        This is a little shout out to all bricks.

I want to thank them for staying solid when I needed it the most.

If it weren't for the bricks I would have fallen to pieces years ago.

You see, you've taught me something vital.

Bricks don't hurt. People do.

Throw some bricks I dare you.

I won't mind.

All the scars and bruises that won't heal have already made me numb.

Go ahead.

One brick for when you left.

One more brick for the time you pushed her against the wall.

And another brick for October 31st.

Everything you did was just another brick used to block you out.

Don't you dare plea for me to let you back in. 

You had it all in your hands but, you decided you were done.

What else is there to say?

The bricks have been laid.

You poured the concrete.

Love Is Only a Stranger

Love? 

Yeah, I know who love is.

I don't know a whole lot about it but, I see it every now and again at the grocery store and sometimes at the park.

We have never really spoken to each other though.

I merely smile at it and give it a little head nod of acknowledgement whenever we see each other.

With all the times that our paths have crossed, I don't understand why I haven't just gone over to say hi.

I guess I have always been waiting for it to come to me first.

Love seems to stay kind of distant whenever it sees me.

I think it knows that I have been waiting for it, and I think that makes it nervous.

I would never do anything to hurt love though.

It's always so sweet and so kind and even when you do something wrong, it's always there to make you feel better.

I love that about love.

If only I could get to know it, my life would feel complete.

I'm afraid that I am never going to go get to know it.

And, what if one day it moves away and I will never get to see it again?

Im also afraid that if I do go and introduce myself that love will reject me and make me feel heartbroken.

Love has been known to do that to people.

What if that's the reason we haven't met yet?

Maybe love is trying to protect me from heart ache?

Maybe love knows that now is not the time for us.

Maybe love is waiting for the most opportune time to introduce itself?

Or maybe love is always watching and is planning a surprise attack?

I can never be quite sure.

For now,I am just going to keep waiting.

A Thank You Letter to the Child I Used to Be

Dear Darla,

I hate your stinking guts! Haha I thought this would be an appropriate way to start my letter since Little Rascals was one of your favorite movies. I've been think about you a lot lately, which may seem weird since you don't know me yet. but, I wanted to say something to you. I went on a drive the other day. I don't mean the kind you take when your bored and don't have anything better to do. (You'll understand this a little later.) I mean the kind when you place your hand over your eyes and point in any direction and get as far away in the direction as you can. It's kind of like Hide and go Seek. It's quite funny, somehow I ended up parked in front of the place were we grew up. There was never a white picket fence. Just a cold, rusty chain link fence. We didn't care though. It was our place. It was a small apartment complex with white stucco and a grey door. Our apartment was the one on the far right corner. Right next to our favorite pine tree. It stood so mighty and nothing seemed to ever move it. We loved climbing that tree. We would climb it branch by branch until we got all the way to the top. Remember how you would stretch out your sticky resined hands up towards the sky? With the sun beating down on your youthful face? You would pretend you were in heaven and you could talk to angels. Man, that tree made us feel like we were on top of the world. Mom never liked us up there. She always said you would fall out and break every bone in your tiny little body. But what did she know? That tree was a place you always felt safe. Some say we had it rough. but, you were a strong little girl. Just Like our tree. I wanted to thank you for all the memories. They remind me of the person you always wanted me to be. I'm sorry I haven't been doing a great job at being that person, but in all honesty, I hope that when I grow up I will be just like you. Thanks for everything.

Love, 
             The older version of you 

Things I do that I'm sure others don't do

These are just a few things I do that I am sure you don't do. Enjoy.

• I like to eat ice cream with a fork rather than a spoon.

• I make the same facial expressions that book characters make while I read.

• I talk to myself to keep myself company when I am left alone in a dark room.

• Sometimes I sing the Full House theme song at the top of my lungs when my family is not home.(ironic huh?)

• When I'm walking in a store and my footsteps match the beat of the song,I feel like the coolest person ever.

• If I am angry with someone,I rehearse what I am going to say to them in front of the mirror.

• I have a crush on the actor who plays Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory.

• Sometimes I laugh so loud in my sleep that I actually wake myself up.

• I blink every time people clap or make loud noises.

• I actually write blog posts about weird things that I do.

   P.S thank you for not judging me.

   
   love, 
         Darla Roe

I Am Here

You know those Summer nights, where the air is warm and the stars glisten in the sky, as if they were diamonds falling directly off of the throne of God? 

Those nights when you lay blankets down in your backyard and plug headphones into your ipod. 

The music succors you into a deep sedation, so that for a moment, the world is swept away by a wave and you're the only one who has been washed back onto shore. 

It's just you and God. 

Those are the moments in my life that my soul craves. 

It's times like these where I start to dream, but my eyes are wide open. 

I dream about love.  

Someday I'll be sure to find it. 

Or it will be sure to find me. 

In my dreams I am bigger than the world. 

Yet, as I stare up into the vault of heaven, I begin to realize how small I really am. 

I keep gazing but I'm only getting smaller and smaller. 

But, it doesn't bother me so much. 

It's then when I remember that I am with God and no matter how small I am, I will forever be great in His eyes. 

My dreams come true when they are revolved around Him. 

I am capable of doing anything when I have God by my side. 

He is my rock and I owe it to him for keeping me here.