sing me something soft...sad and delicate...loud and out of key..sing me anything
I've been flooded with so many memories recently. Mostly about my Quince and about Andy. I';m not sure what triggered the whole boy thing, but Saturday is in fault for my birthday.It wasnt all that bad, actually. Even though I despised the dress, and I didn't dance because Rodolfo was with me, I still enjoyed being there. Yeah, a lot of decisions I've made recently have been from desperation. Most that I won't mention. Don't wish to upset anyone. Not anymore. Before school ended, Luis read a very inspirational piece on gay marriage. As from that I've decided to create a hope chest of my own. It's a beautiful green, victorian type of box, no bigger than 4x4x4. It's a box, boxes require three numbers. In it so far, is my necklace from Andy..(ah, second time to appear), a small banana stolen from Obo's monkey, an AFI patch, pics of things I like, a Hello Kity ring, and a small green ring Mario gave me last year from his trip to Dallas. (I believe). I'm planning of filling it full of things that really mean something to me. Thing's that you could lok at and say, yeah, that's Lisa.
I've been viewing my life through a foggy Pyrex. It's unbearable. Banality is a most treasured feeling when you've been emotionally hurt. Band-Aids anyone?
Rodolfo is moving out of his house when his mom leaves. I'm hoping he gets an apartment close to where I live. Maybe the one on Yarbrough, where Weasel lives. On Monday, he and I went walking to the 7-11 down there and he pointed there and told me how cool it would be if next year, he could pick me up in the mornings and drive me to school...even if it is only a few blocks away. Or how he could come over instead of just talking on the phone. It's always more fun in person. You get to see each other blush. Still, I won't let myself dream to far, after all-we always thought we'd be together...forever. And you never know. It might still be okay.
You never know. Love may fade, but it will never disappear completly. Right?
It's weird....This damn song. BT-Loving You More. more? yeah, I guess. Do you believe in magic? Or coincidence? Or maybe that there was some kind of order in all the chaos in the creation of the universe. Damn, this girl needs therapy. Since I left you I guess. Weird dreams when I sleep, and mental avalanches. I'm a mess. But a pretty one. Being crazy, one must do it in style. So, Dior lipgloss is the best way to go! Now, let's lie down on the couch and deny being called a freak, and start telling about all the problems we're not having. Can you think of anything other than false teeth when I say gleeful? Yes, some minds are funny, but that doesn't mean you can laugh. Can you think of anything else?
Maybe I'm not your favorite, too bad you're not mine. I'm on parole.