You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow.
Another pointless entry that is not very interesting:
Mi profesora de español dijo que no le gustan los blogs porque son lugares para quejarse la gente (recuerde que no puedo hablar en español cómo lo quiero :( ). Estoy en acuerdo con ella, jaja. A un extento, ¡es verdadero! Sé esta realidad. Pero no me importa mucho. He sido una persona que cree las personas deben expresionarse cuando necesitan.
Anyway, what I was going to say was...hrm. Erm. It was wanting something (as usual; I always want something, people always want something, etc.). Somebody called me pessimistic the other day because I said that there’s always something bad about everything. I thought it was funny. It’s ‘cause I expressed myself wrongly. There’s usually advantages and disadvantages to everything. Anyway, er…I wanted…Jack Johnson…guitar? Er. Trying to remember what I want is futile ‘cause there’s so much. Silly me. At least I’m feeling better. I love music. I felt better after singing at the Braddock Glen Daycare Center. Historical Investigation time. There’s a lot of ‘me’ talk in this blog, and I wish there wasn’t as much. I want to, you know, express myself and all that, but I want to write on other things too. Hopefully I will later in the year…perhaps after the 19th :) . Self-focused and right now I don’t really give a damn :) . Too many smileys. Also optimistic, and for certain things I don't care (for college, I do a bit more).
'And if you are waiting, waiting for me
Know I'll be home soon darling I guarantee
I'll be home Sunday just in one week
Dry up your tears if you start to weep
And sing this lullaby to yourself.
'Cause when I arrive dear it won't be that long
No it won't seem like anytime that I've been gone
It ain't the first time it won't be the last
Won't you remember these words to help the time pass?'
Still one of my faves.
Mi profesora de español dijo que no le gustan los blogs porque son lugares para quejarse la gente (recuerde que no puedo hablar en español cómo lo quiero :( ). Estoy en acuerdo con ella, jaja. A un extento, ¡es verdadero! Sé esta realidad. Pero no me importa mucho. He sido una persona que cree las personas deben expresionarse cuando necesitan.
Anyway, what I was going to say was...hrm. Erm. It was wanting something (as usual; I always want something, people always want something, etc.). Somebody called me pessimistic the other day because I said that there’s always something bad about everything. I thought it was funny. It’s ‘cause I expressed myself wrongly. There’s usually advantages and disadvantages to everything. Anyway, er…I wanted…Jack Johnson…guitar? Er. Trying to remember what I want is futile ‘cause there’s so much. Silly me. At least I’m feeling better. I love music. I felt better after singing at the Braddock Glen Daycare Center. Historical Investigation time. There’s a lot of ‘me’ talk in this blog, and I wish there wasn’t as much. I want to, you know, express myself and all that, but I want to write on other things too. Hopefully I will later in the year…perhaps after the 19th :) . Self-focused and right now I don’t really give a damn :) . Too many smileys. Also optimistic, and for certain things I don't care (for college, I do a bit more).
'And if you are waiting, waiting for me
Know I'll be home soon darling I guarantee
I'll be home Sunday just in one week
Dry up your tears if you start to weep
And sing this lullaby to yourself.
'Cause when I arrive dear it won't be that long
No it won't seem like anytime that I've been gone
It ain't the first time it won't be the last
Won't you remember these words to help the time pass?'
Still one of my faves.