Blue moon...
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
For one moment that, to use a cliche, seemed suspended in time (think slow motion), I did look into my father's eyes. Startling sky blue eyes. The emotion in them is hard to decipher. But there they were, staring deep within my own.
What a unique weekend. I got drunk, petted a duck, witnessed my sister's graduation. It was a blue weekend. The blue of the Somersworth Hilltoppers, the blue of my sister's eyes, the blue of my father's. The blue feeling permeating through my being. Phrases I wish I had not heard. The surreal feelings. Confusion, realizations.
Blue is supposed to be a calming color. It is meant to soothe. It was with the color blue that I first felt a little different, a bit apart.
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you're gone
Tonight I went for a walk. I didn't feel so lonely then even though I was alone. Well, there was a sweet cat who ran out to me and began to purr as she slide her sides against my legs. It was like she knew me. Then I saw a skunk, which is always startling at first, but comforting. One time Gerard and I went to the Pines, one cool night last summer. It was quite romantic, with the stars and all, and something so innocent about the playground. We had the pleasure of watching a skunk and his lady scout around for food. We always say "Le Pew!" when we see a skunk. Oh, Gerard is truly my Pepe. I like to think that I run no more.
I am going to adopt a "Shut up" policy to unsolicited advice. I am tired of the condescending tones. I grow weary of the "You're so young and stupid" attitude. Were any of these people there when I REALLY needed advice? Non, ma chere.
After my walk I saw Casablanca. I had never seen it before, so I was very much looking forward to it. I was quite charmed, and I certainly teared up.
Of course, I am certainly a sentimental.
I bought three books at the used book store. A guide to beauty by Sophia Loren(she certainly is an authority), Walden, and Heidi. I was pleased with my selections.
I wonder when my mom is coming home. She stood me up for our date to watch Casablanca together because she's with a BOY. Tsk, tsk.
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
For one moment that, to use a cliche, seemed suspended in time (think slow motion), I did look into my father's eyes. Startling sky blue eyes. The emotion in them is hard to decipher. But there they were, staring deep within my own.
What a unique weekend. I got drunk, petted a duck, witnessed my sister's graduation. It was a blue weekend. The blue of the Somersworth Hilltoppers, the blue of my sister's eyes, the blue of my father's. The blue feeling permeating through my being. Phrases I wish I had not heard. The surreal feelings. Confusion, realizations.
Blue is supposed to be a calming color. It is meant to soothe. It was with the color blue that I first felt a little different, a bit apart.
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you're gone
Tonight I went for a walk. I didn't feel so lonely then even though I was alone. Well, there was a sweet cat who ran out to me and began to purr as she slide her sides against my legs. It was like she knew me. Then I saw a skunk, which is always startling at first, but comforting. One time Gerard and I went to the Pines, one cool night last summer. It was quite romantic, with the stars and all, and something so innocent about the playground. We had the pleasure of watching a skunk and his lady scout around for food. We always say "Le Pew!" when we see a skunk. Oh, Gerard is truly my Pepe. I like to think that I run no more.
I am going to adopt a "Shut up" policy to unsolicited advice. I am tired of the condescending tones. I grow weary of the "You're so young and stupid" attitude. Were any of these people there when I REALLY needed advice? Non, ma chere.
After my walk I saw Casablanca. I had never seen it before, so I was very much looking forward to it. I was quite charmed, and I certainly teared up.
Of course, I am certainly a sentimental.
I bought three books at the used book store. A guide to beauty by Sophia Loren(she certainly is an authority), Walden, and Heidi. I was pleased with my selections.
I wonder when my mom is coming home. She stood me up for our date to watch Casablanca together because she's with a BOY. Tsk, tsk.