Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song. And I can hear it now.
Ok so I have failed miserably at keeping a livejournal. Yes, my journal has crashed and burned. I'm sorry for the ridiculously long time elapse since my last four word entry. Well sophomore year is looking more and more like suckmore year. And I guess (judging by six different peoples' perspectives) that it's like that for everyone. It's been a long 7 months, and it'll be a relief when it's over. I think the truth is that I've changed to much since last year. And while some change is good, I'm not comfortable with all the changes that have occurred. So here's a toast to changing the traits you don't like, and you know what? Only I can, and I will. So this is my apology for the past year. If I've annoyed or hurt anyone. I am truly sorry. People are mean, and you know what? I'm a person. I am no exception to ANYTHING at all. And instead of that being some sort of sad and sorry compensation for anything I have done, it's a baby step in the right direction. So I am truly sorry.
It's 6:41 in the morning and I have no idea what sparked this. Maybe the jolt of caffeine I just got. Before the end of the year I have to...
- Finish my mural
- Finish my painting to agati's contest
- Put on the best mother fucking rock concert this sleeping town has ever seen
- Ok ok try a LITTLE harder in school (inspired by Brian's revelation that doing your homework isn't SO hard)
- finish driver's ed (though it's going to be a tough one considering those two hours are the hardest of my life to sit through)
- fix a few relationships that have sort of dissolved from that high school "we grew apart" shit
- Get Beth the sweetest man the world has ever seen
- Prove to every single one of you that I can be GOOD at Halo
- Get over the ADD that prevents me from doing each and every one of these
And I know it's not much. But I promise there'll be more entries like this, in LESS than a time of span of two months. Don't worry.
"Love is real, it is not just in long distance commercials. Or something that you thought you felt back in high school. So I will turn black and white. Become that horoscope you're reading. It predicts something good is on its way. So then I will send you the world green and blue in a box through the mail. You can open it up, hold it right in your hand, and be glad that it's there. And be glad that you're there. Now you can feel the knots in your stomach start to untie. And suddenly it's not so hard to say you're alright." -Bright Eyes