Yeah, we just might feel good.
She said, I think I'll go to Boston; I think I'll start a new life...
So I guess it's the... middle of the end? I started my IB exams last Tuesday, only to get super sick in the middle of the week. After an excruiating evening and a trip to the hospital, it was deemed tonsillitis. Perfect. So after some consultation with Mr. Monk & Mr. Lebeau (plus the IBO somewhere in the mix) I didn't have to take my math paper 2 exam, and hopefully my bio grade might be weighted slightly given the circumstances in which I took the first 2.25 hours worth of exams. However, after popping an average of 21 pills a day for about half a week, I'm feeling loads better. And given that it's the afternoon of May 9th, 2006, I am officially done with my hardcore exams; all that remains is ITGS and Spanish. If that's not cause to celebrate, I don't know what the hell is.
Early summer 90's pop mix CD. Third Eye Blind. American Apparel skirts. "Don't go away yet." Peanut butter chocolate chip brownies. One line away messages. Summer goals, summer plans. Big dreams. Playing dress up. First tan lines of summer. Fans. Graduation announcements?! Being almost done with the antibiotics. Freshly painted toes. Gorgeous weather. Singing in an empty house. Looking at a calendar full of amazing events. Hair clips. Friends who keep me [relatively] sane. Laughing. Finding old ticket stubs. Hope.
She said I don't know if I've ever been good enough. I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in. And I don't know if I've ever really been loved, by the hand that's touched me. Well, I feel like something gonna give. And I'm a little bit angry, well. This ain't over. No, not here. Not while I still need you around.
Rock,
Missy*