Love is like reading the Daily Nebraskan

In my poetry class recently, we were asked to associate love or nature through similies with something that is normally not used to describe either word. This is what I wrote, smiling.

Love is like pealing your toe nails off one by one by one.
Love is like reading the Daily Nebraskan.
Love is like being force to watch the Tele-tubbies: Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Lala and Po.
Love is like a nail through your shoe.
Love is like torture.

Granted, that is really angsty. I thought it would be more entertaining to associate love with really negative things. I kind of think it works; although, I don't necessarily believe those things.

I decided to make a pact to limite my facebook and internet time. So far, it has been unsuccessful. (Feel free to use this as a prime example.) But I found a beautiful song by Ingrid Michaelson that is really mellow and gorgeous. You can YouTube it if you want. The song is Called The Way I Am. But I really like the lyrics.

The Way I Am
If you were falling, then I would catch you
If you need a light, I'd find a match

Cuz, I love the way you say good morning
And you take me the way I am

If you are chilly, here take my sweater
If your head is aching, I'll make it better

Cuz, I love the way you call me baby
And you take me the way I am

I'd buy you Rogaine, when you start losing all your hair
And so on patches, to all you tear

Cuz, I love more than I could ever promis
And you take me the way I am

It's so simple, and it makes me happy. I'm really happy. I'm happy like a new pair of socks. I'm happy like sharing the covers. I'm happy like starting the day at 5 P.M. I'm happy like not wearing a watch. I happy like ecstacy, baby!

:) I'm done. :)