With the grace of a practiced dancer she spun, the hem of her billowing skirt twirling as it followed her legs. She danced as one would with a partner. She danced with trust and feeling. She danced for anothers love. She danced with no one. As she spun the dust raised from the floor, catching in the light of the moon to create fairy dust. Twirling faster and faster as if to create a force powerful enough to turn the world on its axis, turn back the time to the days when...she was fufilled. Upon her neck she felt the press of warm fingertips, anothers arm's holding her as she twirled. She felt the breath of the man caress her cheek, felt his hands take her by the waist, felt his lips caress the back of her gloved hand. The hand that had held the knife. She slowly opened her lids to find that man whom had elluded her, covered in shadow. Her breath was taken from her as the ballroom was restored to its former glory. The dancers twirling in a maddening frenzy. Colors swirling, laughter, glorious bubbling laughter. The painted ladies with their charming men, she reached out to the beautiful woman in the white velvet dress. But she twirled away in a gail of laughter as the man holding her, holding them spun her in reckless abandon. She was so dizzy, and so in a soft dissoriented voice she gave a command,

    "Stop" With those words the man's arms left her and she fell to the ground in a boneless heap. As she looked upon his features she realised she had not truly seen him throughout their impassioned dance. As the fog lifted releasing her from a drug like state, she looked around her to see the ballroom once again in tatters. She looked to the black gloved hand which would pull her up and slowly let her eyes travel up his arm. In his face she saw her former lover. the man who had tried to take her life. On that night which replayed every night in her tortured purgitory.

      She couldn't hear the words spoken in these memories that plagued her. She could only see and feel. Felt her fear and shock as her love came toward her with the blade, sharp enough to slice through flesh like melted butter. She knew more than heard his words. He would cure her, cure his love of every drop of her wretched blood. A smile twisted his lips, he was far past reasoning. Far past anything that could save her. She looked to him, her dark lover, the man who had brought passion into her life and smiled. This caught him by surprise. For why would one smile at her own doom? She lunged toward him then, and his blade came down in an arc slicing the flesh on her upper arm neatly. The crimson blood of her wound slid along the blade making his grip on the knife slip. So warm, the blood was so warm. As he hesitated the smile never left her lips. As she pried the knife from his shaking fingers the smile stretched. As he looked on in horror.

          As her eyes focused again on her present she gasped as the wallpaper started to flake and ash rising in the air aas if it had been lit aflame. The magestic dancers whom had long since stopped morphed into horrible creatures each cackling at her dismay. She looked again to her partner who had shifted to his more imposing form all in black he stood, eyes burning, a powerful smirk upon his cruel yet handsome face. Upon lips which put the purest satin to shame. As she took his hand she shivered in anticipation knowing all to well that the mouth which bent to kiss her hand in such a soft way held teeth sharper than any knife and an owner who used his teeth like the skilled artist he was.

               In his cold bed, an old man shifted. His eyes snapping open as he reached reflexivly for the sharpened knife at his side. As he stared to the balcony he saw a woman in a white dress smile at him with eyes of the darkest black. He opened his mouth to scream but lost his breath and gasped a last gulp of oxygen as he croaked a death rattle. Her lover in black took the man in chains to his imprisonment, as she looked upon her former lover's body, for whom she had taken her own life so she would not die by that of her love's.

-0_o dude...I have no idea where that came from I just started writing...wow. How was it? -Love C

Ok, sooo since the Musical is almost over I have taken on a pet project! A scrap book! For theatre! Uh I may have gone crazy on the exclamation points... anyhoo I have the set up for "You can't take it with you" So as soon as I can print those pictures off my computer  I willl put them in the book. Oh and if you have pictures you want in there please get them to me! I also want to get ahold of a brochure for the scrapbook if possible!

I worked on a set up for the musical but I plan on taking pictures tommorro and once again if you have any I would love to put them in! I already have the newspaper article in the scrap book, but I will need at least two brochures and I have a list of pictures to take! So yah... I will have the scrap book on me at all times even in it's barely started state!

For the play and the musical, if there is someone you can't stand having your picture next too tell me before I put all the pictures in please and thank you GOOD NIGHT!

Why do we search for love if all it causes is pain?

Why does mommy say she loves Dave that they love each other when they  fight? And she screams and he yells and she throws things? Why does she have to cry?

Is that love? Is that why people get in relationships? Is this what I have been missing out on? Because I haven't missed out on it...I see it when I see my mom cry and I see them yell and  I see that couples don't stay together and they can't make their lives work...should we all just be alone then? Is that it?

I don't know, maybe I need love to find me to understand...

What am I looking for, is there anything there?

Don't get me wrong I think I am in love I could potential fall for someone...but do  I want him? Do I want that pain? Will it last? Does the hurt make the love that much sweeter? I feel compassion and I feel your pain and I don't think I am strong enough to bear it...

Love is all roses and thorns, hearts and arrows, hugs and chokeholds...

Do I really need this? I think I want it, the comfort and warmth...the company I feel so alone always alone. I watch the couples as they dance the looks the share the whispers the touches...sweet simple...nothings in the end.

I want my anwsers to come easy but I know that they can only come with the brutality of experience I cherish my innocence the pain I haven't felt my unstained hands and lips. But pale to be bruised and I feel color needs to come into my life purple and blue, red and pink marring the white canvas and painting my picture, my destiny, my heart.

I love you, always and forever in my heart you I shall keep

Christina Ashley Jordan

Ok so I am offically out of the loop. The loop is circling somewhere above my head, out of my reach. I am glad some one hit me with the loop today though so I actually knew to vote for Speech captains. And that the Pot Luck is tommorro. Oh and did I mention that I am going to a Meet on Saturday? Yeah good to know these things.

hahaa wow, that was fun. I have a wicked sense of humor don't I?

Hey, guess what my lovelies. Ok don't guess because I want to tell you. I have some beautiful snap shots of after the play chances are they are of you. Tell me if you want me to send them to you via e-mail or something. (they are on my computer)

Later, C.

I am sooooooooooooooo excired (yes excited, and tired) haha. Last year was great to bad this year I won't be doing duo. Ah well, lots of people are trying for it I would hate to take their place. So I am either going to be in Drama, Poetry, or Prose. In no particular order I haven't really decided yet.

 Help me please? Ms. Neiland gave me a couple of scriptures just "perfect for me", but I kind of want to do Lord Alfred Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalot" (have you seen the blog image? haah I have it on my living room wall)

I wish everyone running the best of luck. However, my vote has been taken by Paul so I can only offer you luck...unless you are Paul. See you all around sometime. C. Jordan

Well that was fun, even if it was two dollars I coul have used elsewhere it was for the kids so I don't mind!

Haha, besides it says I can be friends with Siri, and Bobby was on my list too so yeah...haha I LOVE YOU. And chocolate can't forget the chocolate.

Hey, Just got back from the concert yesterday. We left at about three on friday and then we were on our way to Des Moines, The concert went well. Alien Ant Farm opened for 3-11. Tye, the bassist for Alien Ant Farm was awesome to put it lightly. So I loved their set...then 3-11 came on and I suppose it was everyone lighting up in the pit that made me decide to get out of there...yuck. So we hung out in the back for the rest of the show talked to Tye because they came to the back to watch the rest of the show. It was really funny because he recognized my step-dad and then my mom but it took him like 5 minutes until hefigured out who I was. Haha he said I needed to stop growing even though I am only 5 ft. Later we caught up with him and the others. That was fun...the lead singer is a little, uh weird so he pullled down his pants and hahha yeah. After which my mom came over and he said he hated her brother (who he has known for about 10 years) but that he loved her..then exclaimed that he really loved Ehron. After which she turned him around and re-introduced me to him haha his jaw dropped because of his recent escapades and then apologized. So I shook his hand and then got a "naked" hug.

Later we went to the hotel room, we were going to hook up with the guys but they went out and drank so we didn't see Tye till morning. We took some pictures and said we would see each other later have a safe trip home..yadda yadda yadda.

As if that wasn't tiring enough we went home and I had to baby sit from 6: 30 to 11. So right now my throat is sore from all the smoke, I am sore from the pit and I have a lot of home work to get done.

I'll be the switch she turns on she'll be mine too I get off. I'll be the fuse that she blows and even with the lights out we'll blowwwwwwww. Even Edison has no idea of the black outs I've cause you and me'ya.

Kiss on hand... I adore you!!!
Kiss on the cheek... I just want to be friends....
Kiss on the neck....I want you...
Kiss on the lips...I love you...
Kiss on the ears...I'm just playing....
Kiss anywhere else...Let's not get carried away....
Look in your eyes...Kiss me......
Playing with your hair...I can't live without you...
Hand on your waist..I love you too much to let you go...

Haha, but I suppose that isn't as needed as oh say a lesson in hand kissing, my favorite art:

Though usually it is a man's gift to the lady, I don't mind giving kisses where deserved.

Lesson 1:

There are several degrees of hand-kissing:

• With -dry lips-, bend over the hand in a courtly manner, and make the motions of a kiss over the back of the hand. Do NOT touch the hand with your lips. This is correct when first introduced, and is always correct in any situation.
  
  
• With -dry lips-, bow as above, and kiss the back of the hand, GENTLY. This is correct if you know the lady already. It is NOT correct if you have not been introduced previously.
  a) You can express "I am overwhelmed by your beauty" by not simply bowing, but by -kneeling- before you kiss her hand. This gives a good opportunity to look longingly into her eyes. Make sure her arm will reach you as you kneel....if you yank her over on top of you, you will need to move to another planet and change your name.

Lesson 2:

The above forms are the generally accepted means of hand-kissing. What follows are more -intimate- kisses that should NOT be done simply whenever you want to, but ONLY to those who that would enjoy it, if you think she might be offended GUESS WHAT? SHE WILL!!!

  I also would like to inform you all that these kisses may also be used to make a lady blush, go weak in the knees, and perhaps even faint. Therefore unless you really want these reactions, DON'T USE THEM!!

• Bend over the hand, gently turn it over, and, with -dry lips-, kiss the -palm-. This implies extreme admiration for her beauty, and adoration-at-a-distance. Close the lady's hand on the kiss, afterwards, and murmur something nice, like "I pray you, keep this as a memory of me..."
  
  
• Bend over the hand, gently turn it over, and with as dry a tongue as you can manage, lick it. This implies extreme admiration for her beauty, and a wish for a more .... ah .... intimate aquaintance.  Don't try it unless you are confident of your ability to deliver on the implied promise.....and you are very confident the lady will not kill you on the spot. Don't try it if you can't "play Cavalier" very well indeed, because you will only come off as a cad otherwise. (And someone may come after my head...)

This last one can be seen as very...uh forward, you shouldn't use it unless you know what you are doing and are sure you won't be offending the lady, you just might be killed, kicked, trampled, and all in alll disgraced by the lady.

The one main thing you may have noticed is I say dry often, this is because sloppy wet kisses are not apperciated, and NEVER, EVER in seriousness kiss up the arm. This is silly and will end in a bruised ego or some physical injury.

This was fun, I hope someone reads this even as a joke. Hahah, Love C.

P.S, if you know me you will immediately notice the complete irony of the subject...

 Today, I finished Misery a book I have been going at on and off for about 2 1/2 to 3 days. I only really had time to read in English therefore probably less.

 Anywho, this book is indescribable I would put down the gorey details if I could think of how. Basically for the cliff notes version:        

               A writer, Paul, gets in a car accident is taken in by an ex-nurse, Annie. She is a looney-babooney, bringing, towards the end, the  multiple breakdowns of Paul and herself.  Throughout this book we learn more about our two main characters, such as Paul's most famous series Misery, hence the title. In the latest instalment of Misery- Misery's Child, he kills off Misery Chastain. The main character and as his biggest fan Annie in many ways shows him the err of his ways. In the end she gets what was coming to her, along with a manuscript of HOT propriety called Misery's Return.

 All in all, this book was exactly what can, and should, be expected from the great SK as he chills and thrills you with his devious (and often very dark) plots.

    Hahhahah, the end. That was fun I love book reports.