Sittin' on the front porch, sippin' lemonade. OLD SCHOOL.
Just thought i'd let you know how my weekend is going to go...
[btw, I'm competely drained, and rather ruffled.]
Might go to Barnes and Noble tomorrow for some books.
Might do my Biology homework tomorrow, also.
Might lay in the grass and watch the sun set, and note how lucky I am to be living in a FREE country.
Might sing out loud, and let everyone know.
Might daydream about Chris again, god knows he's a great guy with so many things going for him.
Might talk to my dad about Drivers Ed. [oh- Did i mention he's making me pay $350 for the drivers 'package'? yeah. utter b/s]
Might make a wish list of CD's
Might make up a story
Might tell my dad that there are rapists and kidnappers running around in our town, waiting for a girl like me to walk home. [*shudder*]
Might listen while he tells me that wont happen. [Yet- He doesn't know that]
Might call my mom and tell her i love her.
Might run Monday morning for an hour, thinking about my problems.
Might tell you all: Happy Labor Day Weekend.
Might listen to my brother, to make him feel special. Because it KILLS me [seriously, deep down it does] when he calls my name to watch him do something that means something to him and then have the words: "Shut Up, I'm busy!" come out of my mouth. *tears*
Might hug my dad, and tell him the world is a better place when he is around. [He's going through a treatment plan, that makes him weak and drowsy]
Might stare up at the stars, and wonder what happened to innocence.
And i might just cry. Everyone needs to cry... it's very healthy.
I'll cry about all the things i missed out on, because my dad wasn't ready to 'let go'. I'll cry about all the times a wished i had that one TRUE friend who would call you at odd hours to tell you a dream they had, or what they want to be when they grow up. To sit in the grass with people my age, and not worry about sex, drugs, drinking, or violence.... but talk about WAR or TERRORISM or our favorite football team. And lastly, i;ll cry about all the memories i've ever held inside me, waiting... still waiting to be let out. To be heard by the person I will know for the rest of my life. A bestfriend, or boyfriend. Bridesmaid or Groom-to-be. Whatever. As long as we can share the best years of our lives.
[btw, I'm competely drained, and rather ruffled.]
Might go to Barnes and Noble tomorrow for some books.
Might do my Biology homework tomorrow, also.
Might lay in the grass and watch the sun set, and note how lucky I am to be living in a FREE country.
Might sing out loud, and let everyone know.
Might daydream about Chris again, god knows he's a great guy with so many things going for him.
Might talk to my dad about Drivers Ed. [oh- Did i mention he's making me pay $350 for the drivers 'package'? yeah. utter b/s]
Might make a wish list of CD's
Might make up a story
Might tell my dad that there are rapists and kidnappers running around in our town, waiting for a girl like me to walk home. [*shudder*]
Might listen while he tells me that wont happen. [Yet- He doesn't know that]
Might call my mom and tell her i love her.
Might run Monday morning for an hour, thinking about my problems.
Might tell you all: Happy Labor Day Weekend.
Might listen to my brother, to make him feel special. Because it KILLS me [seriously, deep down it does] when he calls my name to watch him do something that means something to him and then have the words: "Shut Up, I'm busy!" come out of my mouth. *tears*
Might hug my dad, and tell him the world is a better place when he is around. [He's going through a treatment plan, that makes him weak and drowsy]
Might stare up at the stars, and wonder what happened to innocence.
And i might just cry. Everyone needs to cry... it's very healthy.
I'll cry about all the things i missed out on, because my dad wasn't ready to 'let go'. I'll cry about all the times a wished i had that one TRUE friend who would call you at odd hours to tell you a dream they had, or what they want to be when they grow up. To sit in the grass with people my age, and not worry about sex, drugs, drinking, or violence.... but talk about WAR or TERRORISM or our favorite football team. And lastly, i;ll cry about all the memories i've ever held inside me, waiting... still waiting to be let out. To be heard by the person I will know for the rest of my life. A bestfriend, or boyfriend. Bridesmaid or Groom-to-be. Whatever. As long as we can share the best years of our lives.