Your life, little girl...
So here I sit... listening to this rock music.
Days Like These. I'm sure most of you have heard of them. I sort of had... but then again, most rock bands have pretty similar names... Saves the Day, Days Like These, Don't Look Down. The Early November, The Yellow November, Yellowcard. All those things. I'm trying to get myself used to this stuff. I mean... it's not that it's bad or anything. It's just that... I'm so used to my showtunes, and my sound tracks, and my Ben Kweller or Brendan Benson. It's just this genre that I allowed myself to drift away from. I was into it in like, 8th grade. But then, it just sort of all blended together. Meh.
Big show on Saturday! Who really wants to go to a Cumberland Regional dance!? Go see Steven Lemon's farewell... and at the same time, Days Like These's farewell... and Hence Reverie will be there... and someone else, but I'm too lazy to check. So... I think you should go. It's at the Franklinville VFW on Delsea Drive. Be there... or... be bored. 6pm, I think.
I should be doing my Chemistry homework. Screw that class.
So there are boy issues. Floating, swirling, crashing, all over the place. All these ages and rules and laws and yes's and no's and maybe's.... I just don't know anymore. I wish I knew. I was so happy 3 days ago... and then everything seemed to get all blurred and smothered. Complicated, is more appropriate, I think. One thing I know for sure is that I'm tired of the number/age 15. I'd be a happier 17 year old. Or 18 year old. Then at least I could make my own mistakes, without having family members lecturing me about them. No secrets, no begging for rides. Just life. Me, with who ever I want to be with. Damn.
--Gwennie
Days Like These. I'm sure most of you have heard of them. I sort of had... but then again, most rock bands have pretty similar names... Saves the Day, Days Like These, Don't Look Down. The Early November, The Yellow November, Yellowcard. All those things. I'm trying to get myself used to this stuff. I mean... it's not that it's bad or anything. It's just that... I'm so used to my showtunes, and my sound tracks, and my Ben Kweller or Brendan Benson. It's just this genre that I allowed myself to drift away from. I was into it in like, 8th grade. But then, it just sort of all blended together. Meh.
Big show on Saturday! Who really wants to go to a Cumberland Regional dance!? Go see Steven Lemon's farewell... and at the same time, Days Like These's farewell... and Hence Reverie will be there... and someone else, but I'm too lazy to check. So... I think you should go. It's at the Franklinville VFW on Delsea Drive. Be there... or... be bored. 6pm, I think.
I should be doing my Chemistry homework. Screw that class.
So there are boy issues. Floating, swirling, crashing, all over the place. All these ages and rules and laws and yes's and no's and maybe's.... I just don't know anymore. I wish I knew. I was so happy 3 days ago... and then everything seemed to get all blurred and smothered. Complicated, is more appropriate, I think. One thing I know for sure is that I'm tired of the number/age 15. I'd be a happier 17 year old. Or 18 year old. Then at least I could make my own mistakes, without having family members lecturing me about them. No secrets, no begging for rides. Just life. Me, with who ever I want to be with. Damn.
--Gwennie