Parched
I was going to write a rant on the Miss Universe Pageant but I decided not to bore you with that subject. I have been asking myself a lot of questions lately about where I should be in my life. Obviously this is a very trite and philosophical question. A question I would ask my long lost friend Ryan Conrad to answer only to hear that I don't really exist. There is no answer to my questions, hence the longing for change or instant satisfaction and lack of concern for the future. I feel like an impatient child in line for the water fountain. Looking at the others before me taking their time and advantage of what I so desperately want. And when I am next in line for what I have been waiting for and I know my turn has come...the bell rings and I must hurry off to where I am supposed to be neglecting what I want for something I have always been told is a "need". I guess what I am saying is, I need to bring bottled water to class. Knowing what I need and actually doing rarely happens. So I am left doing what I am supposed to always thirsty and knowing I am wrong. Too bad I have an allergy to milk, for some odd reason I think drinking a glass a day would fix my problems.
Miss USA was robbed.
Miss USA was robbed.