I know I won't be leaving here with you
Somewhere along the line of my being gone my little sister became one of those popular girls. Perhaps not way up in the Supreme Bitch ranks, but a popular girl, nonetheless. I guess that doesn't worry me as much as it could or would because she's still a pretty sweet kid.
She's up here playing her music fairly loudly. And I'm sitting here suffering. Well...probably no more than the amount that she suffers when she listens to my music in the car. She has heart attacks over Eleanor Rigby and The King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1, despite my attempts to explain that The Beatles are classic! Neutral Milk Hotel...well...I'll admit that they're a little on the strange side. It took me awhile to get used tot hem as well, I couldn't quite get over the fact that he couldn't sing and was always off key. But I accept that now.
Err...yeah...
It's just strange...She'd been a lot like me for awhile there, which isn't necessarily a good thing, but now she's pretty much nothing like me at all.
I shall continue to infiltrate her music with little things like the Gorillaz and Franz Ferdinand, which I know she'll like...and slowly move up until Radiohead^_^
I don't honestly have anything to journal about...I just keep wanting to spill my guts, but have nothing to let drop over. I feel like a reject. I don't think I belong here, and now I'm not sure that I belong at Sarah Lawrence either...though I suppose that is subject to change once I get back there. Today was one of the first days that I woke up in a good mood, but it was quickly shot by something or another, I don't even remember what it was.
Errrgghh...I feel like I've regressed and am now back to the angsty fifteen or sixteen year old I was where everything about myself was frustrating and I couldn't figure out what it was about myself I hated, but that I just hated it. And I feel too helpless to change it, even though this is all within my control and if I want anything to happen, I need to just buck up and do something about it.
I should shower then continue on my Winter shopping escapades.
She's up here playing her music fairly loudly. And I'm sitting here suffering. Well...probably no more than the amount that she suffers when she listens to my music in the car. She has heart attacks over Eleanor Rigby and The King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1, despite my attempts to explain that The Beatles are classic! Neutral Milk Hotel...well...I'll admit that they're a little on the strange side. It took me awhile to get used tot hem as well, I couldn't quite get over the fact that he couldn't sing and was always off key. But I accept that now.
Err...yeah...
It's just strange...She'd been a lot like me for awhile there, which isn't necessarily a good thing, but now she's pretty much nothing like me at all.
I shall continue to infiltrate her music with little things like the Gorillaz and Franz Ferdinand, which I know she'll like...and slowly move up until Radiohead^_^
I don't honestly have anything to journal about...I just keep wanting to spill my guts, but have nothing to let drop over. I feel like a reject. I don't think I belong here, and now I'm not sure that I belong at Sarah Lawrence either...though I suppose that is subject to change once I get back there. Today was one of the first days that I woke up in a good mood, but it was quickly shot by something or another, I don't even remember what it was.
Errrgghh...I feel like I've regressed and am now back to the angsty fifteen or sixteen year old I was where everything about myself was frustrating and I couldn't figure out what it was about myself I hated, but that I just hated it. And I feel too helpless to change it, even though this is all within my control and if I want anything to happen, I need to just buck up and do something about it.
I should shower then continue on my Winter shopping escapades.