And I rode along side until you lost me there in the open road
I have a boy. Ish. Or I would if I let my guard down and tried things like, say, thanking him for the roses, lovely dinners, and the star-gazing with glasses of strawberry champagne. That would be nice of me. Unfortunately, I'm not always a nice person. Also, I feel like I just jinxed everything by writing it on lj, but it's late and I can't sleep. Too bad.
I miss home. Not in a homesick, painful kind of way. I miss the idea of home. I miss the idea of family, of coming back at the end of the day to everything I've grown up with.
I don't call my family as often as I should. Or my best friends. I'm not really sure where all my time goes, because I sure as hell don't go to class when I'm supposed to.
I'm taking a speech class and unfairly judging the professor against the great and mighty Angela Weber. Some of what she says contradicts the Commandments de la Clase de Weber and it makes me squirm.
I don't think I could get away with giving a speech on the virtues of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and this makes me slightly unhappy.
Maybe I'm not homesick. Because I'm not sad, per se. Disoriented, maybe. Because the idea of home as Palm Beach County is disappearing, and there's no new home to replace it.
I'm 19, everything's different and exactly the same, and I'm unable to comprehend life beyond adolescence.
I think I stopped aging around 10.
That's all.
I miss home. Not in a homesick, painful kind of way. I miss the idea of home. I miss the idea of family, of coming back at the end of the day to everything I've grown up with.
I don't call my family as often as I should. Or my best friends. I'm not really sure where all my time goes, because I sure as hell don't go to class when I'm supposed to.
I'm taking a speech class and unfairly judging the professor against the great and mighty Angela Weber. Some of what she says contradicts the Commandments de la Clase de Weber and it makes me squirm.
I don't think I could get away with giving a speech on the virtues of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and this makes me slightly unhappy.
Maybe I'm not homesick. Because I'm not sad, per se. Disoriented, maybe. Because the idea of home as Palm Beach County is disappearing, and there's no new home to replace it.
I'm 19, everything's different and exactly the same, and I'm unable to comprehend life beyond adolescence.
I think I stopped aging around 10.
That's all.