Everyone hit the sack...with boxes to the ceiling...we're working for the weekend...
And I can't imagine that we won't miss this
I love this song
It's called "Comin from Tucson" by Limbeck.
And that cd is one of the best I've bought in awhile and I've bought some good ones.
So I can't drive until I get my car back so I'm sitting here listening to this song.
And that one line makes me think of so many things.
And I have a LOT of time so I will list a few of them.
I miss those nights in Wal Mart.
I miss standing in my yard at night with the flood light on making our shadows do dirty stuff.
I miss having fun at marching band.
I miss those really stupid dances we did, and how everyone had something to say, and how my interpretations of the dance would always be the worst.
I miss summer when I had no idea what day it was and it was just me and my sister when we were little and we didn't need anyone or anything else.
I miss when I didn't need money.
I miss when I wasn't waiting for the school year to be over so I could get out of here.
I miss all that time before everyone got really gross and I was surprised at the things I heard about people who used to be my friends.
I miss those 6 years I spent with my best friend and thinking it would last forever, and all those nights we spent together, and the one time when we slept in the closet and brought the rabbits up there, and when we rode the 4-wheeler and pulled this piece of plywood behind it and took turns, and when it was almost time to leave we'd get our parents to talking and we'd run off where the hay was and make up some game until we really HAD to leave, and I miss that one occasion when we played with Barbies and I had THE EDGE pizza from Pizza Hut for the first and only time, and I miss her house that her parents built and their dining room table and chairs that they built, and I miss when she came over here and we swam all day, and when we did nothing apart, and that last day she was here and the last day we were really friends and we both cried and she left some earrings she had in this place by her house and told me to come back and get them when I grew up and I went back that day and took them and I still have them and we put a piece of paper and a mirror under this corner of the carpet in her room and I could find it this day if I went there, and before she moved we buried a box with all kinds of stuff in it and I could probably find that too--wow, I haven't thought about that in forever but I would love to have that.
I miss her.
I miss before things got all, complicated and stuff.
I miss gifted trips in elementary school.
I miss before whenever it was that doing good in calculus or not messing up my lines in the play or playing really good in the band concert or a football game couldn't seem to make my parents happy, because of something else I'd done.
I miss before I wrecked my truck, haha.
I miss hanging out in the parking lot after a game when it was completely empty, saying the stupidest things and they were extraordinarily hilarious because we all felt so great.
I miss when everything used to feel easy and I felt so smart because I knew everything...before it started to seem to fade away.
I miss before I was always angry.
I miss before every single thing I ever did was wrong.
I miss when friends never made you feel bad.
I miss bowling without the...drama and stuff.
K
That was really lame. But I do. Gosh. And there's no real point in missing all this, because I'm always stuck in the past, whether it was years ago or last week, and I think everybody knows it...I don't like it, I really don't, I hate it so much. But I guess I can't help it. So hopefully no more of this.
I love this song
It's called "Comin from Tucson" by Limbeck.
And that cd is one of the best I've bought in awhile and I've bought some good ones.
So I can't drive until I get my car back so I'm sitting here listening to this song.
And that one line makes me think of so many things.
And I have a LOT of time so I will list a few of them.
I miss those nights in Wal Mart.
I miss standing in my yard at night with the flood light on making our shadows do dirty stuff.
I miss having fun at marching band.
I miss those really stupid dances we did, and how everyone had something to say, and how my interpretations of the dance would always be the worst.
I miss summer when I had no idea what day it was and it was just me and my sister when we were little and we didn't need anyone or anything else.
I miss when I didn't need money.
I miss when I wasn't waiting for the school year to be over so I could get out of here.
I miss all that time before everyone got really gross and I was surprised at the things I heard about people who used to be my friends.
I miss those 6 years I spent with my best friend and thinking it would last forever, and all those nights we spent together, and the one time when we slept in the closet and brought the rabbits up there, and when we rode the 4-wheeler and pulled this piece of plywood behind it and took turns, and when it was almost time to leave we'd get our parents to talking and we'd run off where the hay was and make up some game until we really HAD to leave, and I miss that one occasion when we played with Barbies and I had THE EDGE pizza from Pizza Hut for the first and only time, and I miss her house that her parents built and their dining room table and chairs that they built, and I miss when she came over here and we swam all day, and when we did nothing apart, and that last day she was here and the last day we were really friends and we both cried and she left some earrings she had in this place by her house and told me to come back and get them when I grew up and I went back that day and took them and I still have them and we put a piece of paper and a mirror under this corner of the carpet in her room and I could find it this day if I went there, and before she moved we buried a box with all kinds of stuff in it and I could probably find that too--wow, I haven't thought about that in forever but I would love to have that.
I miss her.
I miss before things got all, complicated and stuff.
I miss gifted trips in elementary school.
I miss before whenever it was that doing good in calculus or not messing up my lines in the play or playing really good in the band concert or a football game couldn't seem to make my parents happy, because of something else I'd done.
I miss before I wrecked my truck, haha.
I miss hanging out in the parking lot after a game when it was completely empty, saying the stupidest things and they were extraordinarily hilarious because we all felt so great.
I miss when everything used to feel easy and I felt so smart because I knew everything...before it started to seem to fade away.
I miss before I was always angry.
I miss before every single thing I ever did was wrong.
I miss when friends never made you feel bad.
I miss bowling without the...drama and stuff.
K
That was really lame. But I do. Gosh. And there's no real point in missing all this, because I'm always stuck in the past, whether it was years ago or last week, and I think everybody knows it...I don't like it, I really don't, I hate it so much. But I guess I can't help it. So hopefully no more of this.