You'll never be lonely or get the blues (but darlin' it's not true)
For everything that is going through my head I feel remarkably placid. It's strange how different thoughts sneak up on you. A snapshot of my mind:
It just struck me at dinner how nice my parents are to me--how they'll always make me a cup of tea while I'm doing my homework, or how my mom called me this evening to say she missed me, even though she really didn't have time to talk, or how my dad goes out of his way to fix a dinner I'll enjoy, and that they're always up for a movie when I decide to stay in.
Hearing the word 'darlin' in a song just reminded me how somebody used to call me 'darlin', and how much I miss that. At the same time I know I'm not going to see him again, not because I can't, but because I choose not to.
I love shrimp. I adore it. But tonight as I pulling the meat away from the tails with my teeth, I couldn't help but look at the blackish speck and clumps along the back. Every bite I couldn't think of anything but Mr. Raffles pointing out that the black bits in that 'vein' were actually shrimp poop. As good as they tasted, this sudden psychological block prevented me from enjoying them. Ignorance is bliss.
I'm probably more worried about my portfolio that Ms. Conley is. So I'm avoiding it. So. F*****. Up.
That's just a glimpse. Then there's all the other stuff. Little Shop--blah--blah--blah--prom is so far of--my grades are sucking, so I need to fix it--boys are so lame that I wish I had one to, but not really, because that'd be one more thing, wouldn't it?--blahh---blahh--blah--senioritis---blah--blah---blah.
But I guess I feel chill now. So that's cool.
It just struck me at dinner how nice my parents are to me--how they'll always make me a cup of tea while I'm doing my homework, or how my mom called me this evening to say she missed me, even though she really didn't have time to talk, or how my dad goes out of his way to fix a dinner I'll enjoy, and that they're always up for a movie when I decide to stay in.
Hearing the word 'darlin' in a song just reminded me how somebody used to call me 'darlin', and how much I miss that. At the same time I know I'm not going to see him again, not because I can't, but because I choose not to.
I love shrimp. I adore it. But tonight as I pulling the meat away from the tails with my teeth, I couldn't help but look at the blackish speck and clumps along the back. Every bite I couldn't think of anything but Mr. Raffles pointing out that the black bits in that 'vein' were actually shrimp poop. As good as they tasted, this sudden psychological block prevented me from enjoying them. Ignorance is bliss.
I'm probably more worried about my portfolio that Ms. Conley is. So I'm avoiding it. So. F*****. Up.
That's just a glimpse. Then there's all the other stuff. Little Shop--blah--blah--blah--prom is so far of--my grades are sucking, so I need to fix it--boys are so lame that I wish I had one to, but not really, because that'd be one more thing, wouldn't it?--blahh---blahh--blah--senioritis---blah--blah---blah.
But I guess I feel chill now. So that's cool.