the notebook
I'm not bitter any more, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives... I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever.
Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.
well, i started my "new" job friday. it was alright. they let me leave early to go to the game, which i thought was pretty awesome. our football team is now 4-0, which is a miracle. well not really - we're just super good.
saturday i got my hair cut. it's short. but cute. i like it. courtney and i made appointments to get our hair and makeup done for homecoming. which is in like, three weeks. god i really procrastinate so much. i don't even have a dress =\ i might have to ask my dad to lend me some money, seeing as how i only have about thirty dollars left. yeah.. anyways. i worked 2-7, during which time i saw two indian men and a prostitute. one of them tipped me a dollar. kinda creepy, but whos complaining? later that night a bunch of my friends got together and we watched the notebook [hence the beginning of my entry]. i cried. as expected. and then we went to dinner. good times.
and today i went to church, and now i am working on this lame sex ed speech i have to give.. doing laundry.. and then working from 4-9. i really dislike working on sundays. i like to have time to go to church, do some homework, do my laundry and then go to metro. ughh. whatever. this is irrelavent.
fin. ♥
Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.
well, i started my "new" job friday. it was alright. they let me leave early to go to the game, which i thought was pretty awesome. our football team is now 4-0, which is a miracle. well not really - we're just super good.
saturday i got my hair cut. it's short. but cute. i like it. courtney and i made appointments to get our hair and makeup done for homecoming. which is in like, three weeks. god i really procrastinate so much. i don't even have a dress =\ i might have to ask my dad to lend me some money, seeing as how i only have about thirty dollars left. yeah.. anyways. i worked 2-7, during which time i saw two indian men and a prostitute. one of them tipped me a dollar. kinda creepy, but whos complaining? later that night a bunch of my friends got together and we watched the notebook [hence the beginning of my entry]. i cried. as expected. and then we went to dinner. good times.
and today i went to church, and now i am working on this lame sex ed speech i have to give.. doing laundry.. and then working from 4-9. i really dislike working on sundays. i like to have time to go to church, do some homework, do my laundry and then go to metro. ughh. whatever. this is irrelavent.
fin. ♥