Days Gone By.
Journal,
Tonight…I couldn’t sleep. I ventured into the all-to-familiar accommodations of the “PINKROOM.” In that one, seemingly useless, odd-colored room…unfolds stories upon stories of the lives of so many.
You know how they say, “…Pictures are worth a million words…?” Well, within this past eerie hour…I’ve become a believer in that sole statement. I was looking through some photos I haven’t seen in so many months and with every one I remember what happened that night and laughed, even threw up in some cases...but I just know I won’t forget the relationships and friends I had, and the crazy and disgusting things we always found ourselves doing. Last year was amazing. I remember the Blow Out...getting yelled at so many times...getting caught....getting fucked up....driving...never sleeping...chill music…THE EXORCIST…Black and Milds…church camp….falling out of “love”…the “ewwww” factor….birthday party at the Cronins…”you guys were making it kind of steamy in here”… backseats of cars and trucks…Vicoden…theme songs…Hooters dates…Nakey?...Pancho, Pueblo, and Carlosita…the crushes…the dinners all dressed formally…Valentines Day…SANTERIA…stairs in the middle of no where…sonic…going to sleep at sun rise…”I want to fuck the stars”………….target and its roof-tops…leaving the scene…garden state days…eating at the club…”Ray”…new boyfriend…lounging naked…walking naked….swimming naked…”there, there, there, there, and there…oh yeah and we made out everywhere”…sweetheart…lovers and liars…” I don’t count that as sex…”…MUD…swimming pools you shouldn’t be in…gamerooms…blankets…and SO much more.
So much has happened 365 days past to present…and I’ve never felt so old than I do right now. I don’t know…but this journal entry isn’t for anyone that it doesn’t involve… but really its not for anyone other than myself. If I never write in this again…I want to at least remember what fills its computerized pages. Some people don’t experience a lot of the things we went through in one year in an entire lifetime.
-Kelli+
Tonight…I couldn’t sleep. I ventured into the all-to-familiar accommodations of the “PINKROOM.” In that one, seemingly useless, odd-colored room…unfolds stories upon stories of the lives of so many.
You know how they say, “…Pictures are worth a million words…?” Well, within this past eerie hour…I’ve become a believer in that sole statement. I was looking through some photos I haven’t seen in so many months and with every one I remember what happened that night and laughed, even threw up in some cases...but I just know I won’t forget the relationships and friends I had, and the crazy and disgusting things we always found ourselves doing. Last year was amazing. I remember the Blow Out...getting yelled at so many times...getting caught....getting fucked up....driving...never sleeping...chill music…THE EXORCIST…Black and Milds…church camp….falling out of “love”…the “ewwww” factor….birthday party at the Cronins…”you guys were making it kind of steamy in here”… backseats of cars and trucks…Vicoden…theme songs…Hooters dates…Nakey?...Pancho, Pueblo, and Carlosita…the crushes…the dinners all dressed formally…Valentines Day…SANTERIA…stairs in the middle of no where…sonic…going to sleep at sun rise…”I want to fuck the stars”………….target and its roof-tops…leaving the scene…garden state days…eating at the club…”Ray”…new boyfriend…lounging naked…walking naked….swimming naked…”there, there, there, there, and there…oh yeah and we made out everywhere”…sweetheart…lovers and liars…” I don’t count that as sex…”…MUD…swimming pools you shouldn’t be in…gamerooms…blankets…and SO much more.
So much has happened 365 days past to present…and I’ve never felt so old than I do right now. I don’t know…but this journal entry isn’t for anyone that it doesn’t involve… but really its not for anyone other than myself. If I never write in this again…I want to at least remember what fills its computerized pages. Some people don’t experience a lot of the things we went through in one year in an entire lifetime.
-Kelli+