05 06
Oh, hello.
It's been so long.
In fact, we've changed so much, I don't believe we can relate to one another like we used to.
How the days have past.
How long ago were the mutual feelings of togetherness.
I am cold. I'm always cold. That's one of the things you should always be able to remember about me no matter how our meetings may lapse.
I am Tina Warren.
I am a Junior at Troy Buchannan High School located on Old Cap Au Gris Rd in the middle of the Greatest Little Town in the World: Troy, Missouri. I am enrolled in a handfull of college classes. I am a Certified Barista at Java's Brewin' in Wentzville, Missouri.
And I love you so much more deeply than you would ever have imagined.
Summer sped by me at a rate that I never thought time could move at. My struggle with the unhappiness at Hardees came to a halt as the summer wound down; I found a new job and quit Hardees after my last two weeks. My past several summers were filled with reading, internet usage, learning and communication. This summer was so much different. This summer I was free. This summer.. I aged.
I attended car shows and entered car and audio competitions and modified my car with the money I earned by working. I shopped a lot. Be it at the mall, occasionally online, or at cute shops miles from home; I spent cash. I got into Apple Computers with my ibook. I sped at incredible speeds on the highway and raced all sorts of cars ranging anywhere between Fords and Mazdas. I got a speeding ticket and cleared it from my record. I made an invaluble friend.
Kayla Wells. Who is she? She is history to me. She is the one person who matters so much to me, only she dosen't. She is a memory. She was my best friend. She has finally been replaced, after all of these years, by Richard Vickers; the man of whom I made cry by telling him that I didn't love him.
I don't remember all of the things that happened this summer. I partied. I threw up. I grew up. I learned.
I am a Junior at Troy Buchanan High School. I attend Lindenwood University and Missouri Baptist University for select Business and Psychology classes. I pay insurance on my Saturn.
I want for things. I need for things. There are many things in this world that I don't understand. All I know is that High School is nearning a bitter end and I will never live out my plans to return to Florida for High School Graduation. Will I ever return? Perhaps.
I wonder what became of my summer. I am so cold.
PS: See April 12 2005 post. This year has already rocked so much harder than I could ever have comprehended last year.
It's been so long.
In fact, we've changed so much, I don't believe we can relate to one another like we used to.
How the days have past.
How long ago were the mutual feelings of togetherness.
I am cold. I'm always cold. That's one of the things you should always be able to remember about me no matter how our meetings may lapse.
I am Tina Warren.
I am a Junior at Troy Buchannan High School located on Old Cap Au Gris Rd in the middle of the Greatest Little Town in the World: Troy, Missouri. I am enrolled in a handfull of college classes. I am a Certified Barista at Java's Brewin' in Wentzville, Missouri.
And I love you so much more deeply than you would ever have imagined.
Summer sped by me at a rate that I never thought time could move at. My struggle with the unhappiness at Hardees came to a halt as the summer wound down; I found a new job and quit Hardees after my last two weeks. My past several summers were filled with reading, internet usage, learning and communication. This summer was so much different. This summer I was free. This summer.. I aged.
I attended car shows and entered car and audio competitions and modified my car with the money I earned by working. I shopped a lot. Be it at the mall, occasionally online, or at cute shops miles from home; I spent cash. I got into Apple Computers with my ibook. I sped at incredible speeds on the highway and raced all sorts of cars ranging anywhere between Fords and Mazdas. I got a speeding ticket and cleared it from my record. I made an invaluble friend.
Kayla Wells. Who is she? She is history to me. She is the one person who matters so much to me, only she dosen't. She is a memory. She was my best friend. She has finally been replaced, after all of these years, by Richard Vickers; the man of whom I made cry by telling him that I didn't love him.
I don't remember all of the things that happened this summer. I partied. I threw up. I grew up. I learned.
I am a Junior at Troy Buchanan High School. I attend Lindenwood University and Missouri Baptist University for select Business and Psychology classes. I pay insurance on my Saturn.
I want for things. I need for things. There are many things in this world that I don't understand. All I know is that High School is nearning a bitter end and I will never live out my plans to return to Florida for High School Graduation. Will I ever return? Perhaps.
I wonder what became of my summer. I am so cold.
PS: See April 12 2005 post. This year has already rocked so much harder than I could ever have comprehended last year.