siestas, wazoos and very little soccer
I think that a little visit with the Summer Vacation Fairy would do everyone some good. Mary and Andy and I lost self-control on the bus ride back from SATs, resorting to communication through animal sounds and funny faces. The silliness continued on and off all day (off being a 1.5 hour siesta on the beach in the sun) through banana-phone conversations at dinner and a lame game of soccer on boy's side. More laying on the ground trying to work up the energy to start a game of Duck-Duck-Goose occured than actual soccer-playing.
I have rehearsals up the wazoo.
A dance party on the mall is the ultimate stress-remover.
How odd everything social in my life feels at the moment.
I don't understand how Mr. Holland understands the depths of our adolescent psyches.
There are some days, such as this one, when I CRAVE to jump in the lake, bacteria-filled as it is.
I wish I could be with my mommy on Mother's Day.
Sometimes I get jealous spurts that turn into self-doubt that turn into defensiveness that turn into anger. What a basket case I am.
Cheez-its at 2AM make for unhappy tummies.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called yellow.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I’d bleed myself dry for you,
I’d bleed myself dry.
[coldplay:yellow]
I have rehearsals up the wazoo.
A dance party on the mall is the ultimate stress-remover.
How odd everything social in my life feels at the moment.
I don't understand how Mr. Holland understands the depths of our adolescent psyches.
There are some days, such as this one, when I CRAVE to jump in the lake, bacteria-filled as it is.
I wish I could be with my mommy on Mother's Day.
Sometimes I get jealous spurts that turn into self-doubt that turn into defensiveness that turn into anger. What a basket case I am.
Cheez-its at 2AM make for unhappy tummies.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called yellow.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I’d bleed myself dry for you,
I’d bleed myself dry.
[coldplay:yellow]