friend segment 2

my dear loisa marie wright

Name: loisa marie wright
Lover: a lucky one
Hair: short black naturally blonde and if you look at her childhood pictures that a perm
Mother: becky... oh becky how much i love her
Father: micky...and i do love micky too!
Favorite Item: hmmm well a serious sentimental item her jack skellington statue
Dream Last Night: hmmm may be playing a gig at a coffee shop and looking in the crowd and they are all naked
Favorite Drink: fat tire and ginder ale.. oh and mohitos (dont know how to spell mo-heat-o)
Dream Home: hmm with me somewhere..anywhere. jk shoot montana..i think thats where she said.. fly fishing
Pets: Harrold troubles a cat and a dog sometime hopefully soon
Best Friend: carrie me josh ashley and her mother of course
Wishlist Items: an album with her name on it..well thats on my list
Favorite Weather: rainy..thunder
Favorite Book: ohh shoot i have no idea.. may be something by cs lewis. i dont know thats hard.
Favorite color: black!
School: vanguard
Song: something by muse or damien rice's blowers daughter or foo fighters ohh cake!


loisa has such a dear place in my heart. this blog will absolutley do no justice to what i think of her. i feel like she knows me almost the best. and i dont feel like i have sat down and told her this is me. she has done life with me. we lived together for 6 months. we live together so well. she tried to teach me how to cook and had tons of patience. she has seen me grow up a whole lot i feel. we have some of the best conversations. i love loisa for her. i think she is beautiful. i feel like i know her pretty dang well. i can tell within a second if she is uncomfortable. i think she does have mystery to her. i think she is wise. i miss her singing...leading me in worship at crave and her playing the guitar at home. she likes to threaten people for me. i feel like ive seen her heart. her dreams. her motives. her love for peolpe and true honest love. i like that she doesnt fluff thinkgs up she sees things pretty clearly. she is gentle though. i have dreams for her. i pray that she will know how beautiful she is. how much of an impact she has. she cares for people so much. i can go on and on. oh and she doesn't like cliches she rather you not say anything and be genuine then try to make her feel better and be fake. she likes my parents and i love that.. she even said she would do keroke with my dad. i am pretty dang lucky to be her friend and i almost ruined my chances with a skirt i chose to wear.

love you lo.