"Those Were the Days"

Jul 03, 2007 00:23


Lately I've been feeling rather nostalgic. I miss the people that I worked with at O'Charley's, I miss living with Grace and Jessica, I miss high school, I miss beautiful days gone by, I miss being a carefree kid that was a little off, so many things to look back on.

I really don't know why I'm feeling this way, maybe a great change is coming up in my life, if so hopefully it's for the best. It's odd, some moments in the past I thought I'd never miss, like playing in the freezing cold in marching band in high school. But now I wouldn't mind going back for one more game.

But in other news, nothing is new, everything is the same. I'm starting a new story and I start my second session of summer classes tomorrow. I think my classes will be intersting, but I just don't feel like waking up so early for them, plus I don't like working and having classes at the same time it drains me. But at least I won't have to deal with school at the end of the year. I'm almost a gradate!!

I hope that we all continue to stay in touch once we go our seperate ways as I know that we will. I don't want to go even a month without knowing what each and every one of you is doing, I mean that from the bottom of my big little heart.

Oh, Shareese after that little...altercation the other night with Hope (don't know if she has a LJ and can read this, but I don't really care now), it remided me of that song I made you listen to from Teedra Moses called "Tell Her". Specifically:

"...I damn near slapped her face
Okay (okay), she don't know me betta ask someone
You need to handle this thang"

"And listen daddy I'm too cute to fight
You betta get that bitch tonight
And I don't ever, I mean never, ever ever wanna deal with this again
You betta tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her"

Oh, and since I'm getting nothing but truckloads of spam in my yahoo box, I got a gmail account. You can now reach me at

ctmontecristo85@gmail.com (bonus points if you know where I got it from)

Peace, Out.

present, nostalgia, regrets, change, wouldacouldashoulda, time, memories, new, old

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