LITTLE MISS CAN'T BE WRONG
hi friend,
my life has turned upside down.
one day i woke up and decided to start enjoying my west class. suddenly, discussions about native americans and ranching exhilirate me. i even do my homework for this class. there can only be one explaination for this newfound love of the american west: i must have been a cowboy or a miner in a past life.
i'm so over the summer boy and so into the football player. apparently, my obsession with this football player is common knowledge. basically, shame is non-existant in my persuit of this male specimen. stakes are high as my territory is severely threatened by a brown haired sophmore. let it be known that i am terrible at flirting with boys. my meager attempts to talk about common bonds may not be cutting it. somehow i will overcome this and then the football player will be all mine.
i really miss my summer girls. it feels like our little clan is slowly dispersing and i'm almost happy that i am away during this war that is raging. those summer nights full of sitting around for something (anything!) to happen, trampoline parties, falling in love, cookies n' cream with reeses, hook up horror stories, dress up at joyce lesbian, val being naked all the time, and so many unexplainable injuries. no matter what, i know when we are old geezers we'll settle down together to knit, watch "real world" re-runs, listen to pepper, and sip on miller light. people say that these are our "wonder years" and now i certainly believe them because every single second with my beach girls is absolutely wonderful. if anything, i am glad that we'll always have our thousands of memories. never forget the anthem: "the answer's always waiting at the liquor store."
i am such a wuss.
my life has turned upside down.
one day i woke up and decided to start enjoying my west class. suddenly, discussions about native americans and ranching exhilirate me. i even do my homework for this class. there can only be one explaination for this newfound love of the american west: i must have been a cowboy or a miner in a past life.
i'm so over the summer boy and so into the football player. apparently, my obsession with this football player is common knowledge. basically, shame is non-existant in my persuit of this male specimen. stakes are high as my territory is severely threatened by a brown haired sophmore. let it be known that i am terrible at flirting with boys. my meager attempts to talk about common bonds may not be cutting it. somehow i will overcome this and then the football player will be all mine.
i really miss my summer girls. it feels like our little clan is slowly dispersing and i'm almost happy that i am away during this war that is raging. those summer nights full of sitting around for something (anything!) to happen, trampoline parties, falling in love, cookies n' cream with reeses, hook up horror stories, dress up at joyce lesbian, val being naked all the time, and so many unexplainable injuries. no matter what, i know when we are old geezers we'll settle down together to knit, watch "real world" re-runs, listen to pepper, and sip on miller light. people say that these are our "wonder years" and now i certainly believe them because every single second with my beach girls is absolutely wonderful. if anything, i am glad that we'll always have our thousands of memories. never forget the anthem: "the answer's always waiting at the liquor store."
i am such a wuss.