Not a goth entry
Will the monotony ever end? Will I ever be good enough to do... anything? Should I keep going or give up?
Yes these are common questions I ask myself at those times when I'm overwhelmed completely by anything and everything and I have no one to talk to. You may be asking youself this: "Krista's a creepy goth chick? She doesn't act like a creepy goth chick..." The answer is no, I'm not a creepy goth chick. And for one reason. I have all of you bright perky and wonderful (thought not all the time) friends. You keep me sane. Primarily Jack, I must admit. Just because we don't have time to contemplate the meaning of life because that would take time away from gossipping and making odd memories (some scandalous). And Sarah... how on Earth can we talk about depressing things and then somehow get on odd random subjects that leave us in tears of laughter? Cameron, we hardly talk at all anymore, but I still remember the stressing over school work that ends in subjects that leave us in random tears of laughter. Julie, God knows what I would have resorted to without you during oh-so-exciting times like those in Musical Comedy Murders. And what would I do without my best Wickersham Sister? It's memories like those that keep me smiling. And don't get me started on my long-lost little Emily. How I miss thee sweet Beatles fan. I shall say no more, for the tears shall flow with more expansion on the subject. And of coures my very first horsey friend in the whole world. For the longest time you were the only one who I could talk to about horses and not get made fun of. (Granted I would kick them in the shins with my fat ass clogs...) And you are undoubtedly the Secret Agent Quarterhorse to my Secret Agent Quarterpony for all of eternity. And My Bunny (since you too have a livejournal) who helped me make it through camp. That's why I'm still sane after this summer (and why I haven't eaten you, seeing as I'm a fox.) Even people I barely spend time with. Mary, without you I'd die in Mrs. Kirkpatrick's class. And not by suicide either. Oh no... the boredom would slowly eat away at my brain until I collapsed one day. And my poor little Shikha who ran away to the damn yankees. :P I crack up everytime I walk by the pictures from NY in the 8th grade. That was hott. And Ryan (who I spend uber amounts of time with), who can wipe away tears with a single "Mine!" (No... the rest of you probably don't understand that. I pity you if you do.) and the one who inevitably keeps me down to earth. (As much as I stay on planet earth that is..) And there are multitudes out there that have in more ways than one kept me sane. And it is because of you kids that I'm not a creepy goth girl. And I thank you. I only hope I can do the same for you.
Yes these are common questions I ask myself at those times when I'm overwhelmed completely by anything and everything and I have no one to talk to. You may be asking youself this: "Krista's a creepy goth chick? She doesn't act like a creepy goth chick..." The answer is no, I'm not a creepy goth chick. And for one reason. I have all of you bright perky and wonderful (thought not all the time) friends. You keep me sane. Primarily Jack, I must admit. Just because we don't have time to contemplate the meaning of life because that would take time away from gossipping and making odd memories (some scandalous). And Sarah... how on Earth can we talk about depressing things and then somehow get on odd random subjects that leave us in tears of laughter? Cameron, we hardly talk at all anymore, but I still remember the stressing over school work that ends in subjects that leave us in random tears of laughter. Julie, God knows what I would have resorted to without you during oh-so-exciting times like those in Musical Comedy Murders. And what would I do without my best Wickersham Sister? It's memories like those that keep me smiling. And don't get me started on my long-lost little Emily. How I miss thee sweet Beatles fan. I shall say no more, for the tears shall flow with more expansion on the subject. And of coures my very first horsey friend in the whole world. For the longest time you were the only one who I could talk to about horses and not get made fun of. (Granted I would kick them in the shins with my fat ass clogs...) And you are undoubtedly the Secret Agent Quarterhorse to my Secret Agent Quarterpony for all of eternity. And My Bunny (since you too have a livejournal) who helped me make it through camp. That's why I'm still sane after this summer (and why I haven't eaten you, seeing as I'm a fox.) Even people I barely spend time with. Mary, without you I'd die in Mrs. Kirkpatrick's class. And not by suicide either. Oh no... the boredom would slowly eat away at my brain until I collapsed one day. And my poor little Shikha who ran away to the damn yankees. :P I crack up everytime I walk by the pictures from NY in the 8th grade. That was hott. And Ryan (who I spend uber amounts of time with), who can wipe away tears with a single "Mine!" (No... the rest of you probably don't understand that. I pity you if you do.) and the one who inevitably keeps me down to earth. (As much as I stay on planet earth that is..) And there are multitudes out there that have in more ways than one kept me sane. And it is because of you kids that I'm not a creepy goth girl. And I thank you. I only hope I can do the same for you.