Let It Be
What happens when you decide who you're going to be from now on?
Everything you're feeling now is what you want to feel forever, you may be letting people down but does it really matter when it comes down to it?
I sound confused, but I'm not.
I know about five things:
(1) I really really really like Justin A LOT
(2) I'm sick of working
(3) I'm obsessed with money
(4) I'm probably not getting better at school
(5) I'm sick of dealing with people who don't understand the need to have 'a life'.
So. There it is.
(1) As most of you know, I've liked Justin since about second hour on the first day of high school, freshman year. If you didn't know that, you might've known that I 'hated' him for quite sometime (yes, this is true), and I often did ridiculous things to spite him.
I was a freak.
I've ranted in here dozens of times about him. Most times I've deleted the entries, but a good portion are still in here.
He asks me why I smile when he kisses me.
How am I supposed to answer that? I can't explain anything; a smile is all I've got for him to know that I like him.
I say things about it, but he's the reason for my smile.
That's why I smile--because of him.
(2) I called in sick at Logan's today. I've gotten freaked out on by two employees (thanks guys, appreciate it). You know what? I'm sick of it. I'm 17 years old, I'm not going to spend the rest of my life working there. Why take it seriously? It's just a stair on the staircase to the top floor.
Anyways. May not be working there much longer if my grades aren't up to par, parents orders. Sheesh.
(3) I, Alexa Alayn Larimore, am obsessed with money. Single dollars bills particularly. There is something so powerful about having a wad of George Washingtons in your fist. I don't know, maybe Dr. Phil can help me.
(4) I am probably not getting any better at school. I thought that by getting a job and a real life I would devote more time to my schoolwork; alas this is not the case. Often I am at Logan's until 10ish on most nights, seeing as I get there at 4 I don't have time to do any homework.
I failed my AP Poli Sci test. I have three days next week to get my grades up. I have to make a Mole, dress like a Pirate, and God knows what else for those ten extra credit points. Pencils? Two packs. Tissue? Perhaps.
Key Hours To Look After:
First Hour, Accelerated Chemistry, Laidlaw
Second Hour, AP Political Science, Retzer
Fifth Hour, French 3, Durigon
Sixth Hour, Algebra 2, Hurick*
*=possibly not. Two 'C' tests, another one soon? Hmm.
(5) Hi. I have a life now. Thanks. I will no longer work away my weekdays and weekends. Today I went out to dinner for the first time in a month; whereas I usually go out twice a week. (My mom does not cook.)
I'm too tired to keep these things up.
ANYWAYS.
I've decided you all need a list of the Good Things in my life. Much like Martha's Good Things, I do, have a list of my own.
Alexa's Good Things
JUSTIN DANIEL SAMLAND (hereby proclaimed MINE on 21806)
scary movies that require cuddling of some sort (even if I say I hate them)
Max & Erma's (because yes, I can eat two bowls of soup by myself)
The Beatles (and those who sing along)
Blockbuster (because they had Titanic in)
Once You Go Black 4 (because 1-3 sucked...lmao)
accomplishing all my fantasies (keep a clean mind)
telling Justin all the crazy stuff I did (hating my birthday)
SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER (more time to spend with you know who)
vacation (same)
MySpace (just because I love it too)
Western (cause I'm going there now)
Justin (I think...)
Justin (you get...)
Justin (the idea...)
etc. (...Justin)
I think we pretty much know where this is going.
I can't believe it's Sunday night. Where do all my days go?
Hmm.
Ohh...headache. Not cool. And now I'm cold, being without Justin.
Argh. Gar? Tomorrow's National Talk Like A Pirate Day.
I'm gonna re-edit a back entry; then probably going to bed in a blissful state of mind.
Oh, that's good. Somebody write that down.
James Blunt Concert Countdown: 34 Days
Countdown Until I See My Baby: 7 hours, 25 minutes as of now.<3
Everything you're feeling now is what you want to feel forever, you may be letting people down but does it really matter when it comes down to it?
I sound confused, but I'm not.
I know about five things:
(1) I really really really like Justin A LOT
(2) I'm sick of working
(3) I'm obsessed with money
(4) I'm probably not getting better at school
(5) I'm sick of dealing with people who don't understand the need to have 'a life'.
So. There it is.
(1) As most of you know, I've liked Justin since about second hour on the first day of high school, freshman year. If you didn't know that, you might've known that I 'hated' him for quite sometime (yes, this is true), and I often did ridiculous things to spite him.
I was a freak.
I've ranted in here dozens of times about him. Most times I've deleted the entries, but a good portion are still in here.
He asks me why I smile when he kisses me.
How am I supposed to answer that? I can't explain anything; a smile is all I've got for him to know that I like him.
I say things about it, but he's the reason for my smile.
That's why I smile--because of him.
(2) I called in sick at Logan's today. I've gotten freaked out on by two employees (thanks guys, appreciate it). You know what? I'm sick of it. I'm 17 years old, I'm not going to spend the rest of my life working there. Why take it seriously? It's just a stair on the staircase to the top floor.
Anyways. May not be working there much longer if my grades aren't up to par, parents orders. Sheesh.
(3) I, Alexa Alayn Larimore, am obsessed with money. Single dollars bills particularly. There is something so powerful about having a wad of George Washingtons in your fist. I don't know, maybe Dr. Phil can help me.
(4) I am probably not getting any better at school. I thought that by getting a job and a real life I would devote more time to my schoolwork; alas this is not the case. Often I am at Logan's until 10ish on most nights, seeing as I get there at 4 I don't have time to do any homework.
I failed my AP Poli Sci test. I have three days next week to get my grades up. I have to make a Mole, dress like a Pirate, and God knows what else for those ten extra credit points. Pencils? Two packs. Tissue? Perhaps.
Key Hours To Look After:
First Hour, Accelerated Chemistry, Laidlaw
Second Hour, AP Political Science, Retzer
Fifth Hour, French 3, Durigon
Sixth Hour, Algebra 2, Hurick*
*=possibly not. Two 'C' tests, another one soon? Hmm.
(5) Hi. I have a life now. Thanks. I will no longer work away my weekdays and weekends. Today I went out to dinner for the first time in a month; whereas I usually go out twice a week. (My mom does not cook.)
I'm too tired to keep these things up.
ANYWAYS.
I've decided you all need a list of the Good Things in my life. Much like Martha's Good Things, I do, have a list of my own.
Alexa's Good Things
JUSTIN DANIEL SAMLAND (hereby proclaimed MINE on 21806)
scary movies that require cuddling of some sort (even if I say I hate them)
Max & Erma's (because yes, I can eat two bowls of soup by myself)
The Beatles (and those who sing along)
Blockbuster (because they had Titanic in)
Once You Go Black 4 (because 1-3 sucked...lmao)
accomplishing all my fantasies (keep a clean mind)
telling Justin all the crazy stuff I did (hating my birthday)
SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER (more time to spend with you know who)
vacation (same)
MySpace (just because I love it too)
Western (cause I'm going there now)
Justin (I think...)
Justin (you get...)
Justin (the idea...)
etc. (...Justin)
I think we pretty much know where this is going.
I can't believe it's Sunday night. Where do all my days go?
Hmm.
Ohh...headache. Not cool. And now I'm cold, being without Justin.
Argh. Gar? Tomorrow's National Talk Like A Pirate Day.
I'm gonna re-edit a back entry; then probably going to bed in a blissful state of mind.
Oh, that's good. Somebody write that down.
James Blunt Concert Countdown: 34 Days
Countdown Until I See My Baby: 7 hours, 25 minutes as of now.<3