"I even fell for that stupid love song... I'm so moving on."
Sometimes I surprise myself. Because I'm ok. And by all accounts, I shouldn't be, because life has just sucked lately. Everyday I get home and my mother has that look on her face and I know she's just going to tell me more bad news. I'm lucky that I realize just how much I have to fall back on and look to when I need it.
I love that stupid Kelly Clarkson song. Not just because Anne and I put it on repeat for 2 hours (no joke, everyone) when we had both had a bad day, and not just because Caitlin Scott and I bonded over all of its truths (HA we're nerds), but because I can't get the damn song out of my head.
And I should issue and official apology to anyone who has ever complimented my music taste (Re: Chris Arey and John Mayer), because I'm sure my acute obsession with this song comes as quite a disappointment.
Then again, I guess my current Kelly Clarkson-thing isn't much of a surprise, since I seem to draw occasional comparisons to her. And the whole moving-on this is something I've obviously been working on. Some might even go as far as to say that the obsession was unavoidable. Inevetible or not, I think John may hit me, before and after he throws the CD out the car window (both because it's an ILLEGAL COPY and because it's by Kelly Clarkson).
Now that I've mentioned Annie, I should note that it's her 18th birthday- the big one. Now she can buy clove cigarettes for herself and a gay old time will be had by all (or atleast just by Anne).
I have a music test in the morning. Followed by 7 1/2 WONDERFUL hours of work.
You all should call me and be nice. Because I'll need it. :-)
I love that stupid Kelly Clarkson song. Not just because Anne and I put it on repeat for 2 hours (no joke, everyone) when we had both had a bad day, and not just because Caitlin Scott and I bonded over all of its truths (HA we're nerds), but because I can't get the damn song out of my head.
And I should issue and official apology to anyone who has ever complimented my music taste (Re: Chris Arey and John Mayer), because I'm sure my acute obsession with this song comes as quite a disappointment.
Then again, I guess my current Kelly Clarkson-thing isn't much of a surprise, since I seem to draw occasional comparisons to her. And the whole moving-on this is something I've obviously been working on. Some might even go as far as to say that the obsession was unavoidable. Inevetible or not, I think John may hit me, before and after he throws the CD out the car window (both because it's an ILLEGAL COPY and because it's by Kelly Clarkson).
Now that I've mentioned Annie, I should note that it's her 18th birthday- the big one. Now she can buy clove cigarettes for herself and a gay old time will be had by all (or atleast just by Anne).
I have a music test in the morning. Followed by 7 1/2 WONDERFUL hours of work.
You all should call me and be nice. Because I'll need it. :-)