So i've been thinking about it.
Time goes by far too fast.
At least it does now.
Last year time crawled. It went at a turtles pace and I hated it. I just wanted it to be done.
Here I love it, and its flying by.
But I still want it to be done- or as close to done as possible.
Like... November 28 perhaps?
That would be quite plesant.
Verily.
Now, I still can't sleep.
I've been laying here trying.
And nothing working. So I've slightly given up.
I now am laying here in the dark praying that this fan will cool me down slightly and that sleep will come.
But I'm listening to old Starting Line. (Its a nostalgic thing)
I could probably go into the kitchen upstairs to try and get a bit of work done for Fielder's class Friday.
But I'd rather not have an extreme exposure to all the mold as it was uncovered behind our cabinets this morning when "Maint. Frank" as he refers to himself, pulled all of our cabinets off the wall and down from the ceiling to make room for the new ones, to be installed.... soon.
Today lets hope.
I don't know where I'm going with this, but I've been thinking.
I am going to be 21 in a little over a month.
That is a big birthday.
Its one of the milestone years.
I could go out and get trashed legally, and then gamble my life away in Atlantic City.
I won't.... the gambling part at least.
But I jsut feel like I am so lackign in life experiences for someone my age.
I mean there is plenty I have done that others haven't or I'm equal with other people.
But for the most part I feel like I'm behind the curve.
I want to catch up.
I just don't know how.
Its hard to explain.
And I'm not sure how to say it.
But yeah....
And also I really need to be kissed.
I just really want someone to kiss me.
It doesn't matter who he is (well thats a lie) but I want to be kissed.
Just good and kissed. Now.
Someone work on that for me, would ya?
Oh and I'm totaly school girl crushing on someone a little tiny tin bit cause he's mostly amazing, with the exception of a few tiny things.... but I like those tiny things too. For the most part.
Ugh I'm a loser.
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