I know why I have writers block. It's because they haven't come up with words, yet, to fully express how I'm feeling. And because I've never felt like this before, I haven't had time to make them up. "I love you" isn't strong enough. There needs to be a word more pure. Less adulterated by the years of abuse the word "love" has taken. The Greeks know what theyre talking about. Did you know they have like fifteen different ways of saying the same basic thing? Or, actually, it's not the same basic thing and they understand that. That is where the Greek language is much more effective than English could ever dream of being. They have a word to describe the love they feel for family, a different one for the love they feel for their children, another for their significant other, (theres a few of those), and another for their God. It's crazy, but brilliant. That's what we need. Because I myself am guilty of misusing the word "love." Take, for example, a phrase like, "I love tacos." Now, what I SHOULD say is, "I really like to eat tacos." Because I feel no sort of romantic affection or heartfelt connection with tacos. Its just a taco. And so, when I say I love you to YOU, it doesnt feel strong enough, because the word has been used to describe tacos, or a favorite tv show, or a book, or a song. And none of these things are actually "loved." Not like I love you. I love you the most.

For Nicholas.

This is something my boyfriend wrote he does not think it is very good but i do because i believe in him and encourage him like that and he loves me for it! i know that cause he has said so. Anyway this is what he wrote.

Fencing is the second safest Olympic sport and one of many other Olympic sports. It was recognized as such in the late eighteen hundreds. Fencing has come a long way since then and is growing in popularity in America. This is mainly due to the fact that the women’s saber team won all three metals in the 2008 Olympics. If you do not know what fencing is do not worry I’m getting to that.

Basically fencing is a sport where two people fight, or “have a bout” with each other using one of three types of swords. The three types are Foil, Saber, and Epee. Each weapon has its own rules that go along with it. For every weapon though the goal pretty much is to hit the other person with the tip or blade of your sword, and not to get hit by there’s.

Fencing may seem dangerous by the fact that you are stabbing at each other with a sword, but it is actually one of the safest. This is because the swords used are blunted and have rubber tips on the end and because each person where’s safety gear. The gear all fencers where are jackets, gloves, and masks. The jacket is made to stop penetration form a broken and sharp sword. The gloves cover your hands and the mask has a metal mesh that covers your face and sides of you head. It is padded so when you are hit in the face you can hardly feel it.

The sports root come from Nobel kings and knights who had duels of honor. These people naturally wanted to practice so they made blunted swords to do so with. You may recall in Hamlet when laurtise and Hamlet had a duel near the end of the play, this is what I am talking about. 35 years or so ago came the invention of electric fencing, where the swords electronically set off a score box when one person is hit. This is what is used today.

Fencing is a very fun activity to do, and can be done by kids as young as 7 or 8 and adults as old as 80 or 85. The sport is open to people who want to fence competitively and maybe even go to the Olympics some day, to those who are just looking to stay in shape. If you are interested in learning how to fence look for a club in your area or a university with a fencing program.

Floodland

These rivers are bound to overflow. The rain will fall; drowning torrents of glass blue beads pulled by gravity, cascading life into the streets and yards and hills and valleys, filling the rivers to capacity until the floodgates give way and that vital water rushes out beyond its barriers, into our world. The it will make a mad dash for the sea. We are these rivers. You and I. We will take in life like sweet summer sunshine until we cannot hold anymore. Then we will pour it out. We will travel the world, gorging our own path, blazing our own trail, and making our own history. Like each raindrop that falls tonight. They wont remember us. They wont take note of our journey or call us out by name. They wont notice the water level in the ocean rise. But they will see the flowers that grow in our tracks, the nourishment provided in our forgotten fragments. They will know, somehow, deep in the subconscious reaches of their mind, that we were here. That we were love. We are as infinite as those raindrops in the river. We can never end. We fall, we flood, we run, we grow, we disappear, we fall again. Together forever. In this lifetime and the next. Immortal, no matter what they say. Because things like you and me don’t just fade away. We become part of the atmosphere.