sleep now, moon
it was a good day. i struggle remembering the good days. i struggle remembering the good things sometimes, but i never seem to forget the things i wish i could forget. hmmm...
anyways, i got hit in the leg with a snowball shot by some kiddies in my grade. they were shooting them with a waterballoon slingshot. it made me feel like one of those kids in the movies that always get made fun of and have eggs and stuff thrown at them...hahahah i'm one of those losers...hahahaha. i guess. my friend drove up and apologized he was like "we didn't mean to hit you, are you okay" i was just like hahahahah yeah you're dumb.
i had some really in depth conversations with a co-worker of mine tonight. we decided that we really don't understand some things. but i guess nobody does. sometimes, i just look at people and think what are you doing? and then i'm like wow, look at me be a jerk, i'm probably doing 30 more things wrong than they are.
things i think about all the time:
*cornerstone! yeeeah!
*how i think i figured out what i want to do with my
*how i'm never going to pick a college, or be able to pay for it
*my sisters
*my undying, and ever-growing hatred for school
*a boy...slap me, please.
*my lack of attempt to live a christ-centered life
*my sophomore friends
*my senior friends
*ben & jerry's brownie batter ice cream
*mewithoutYou...NEXT WEEK!
so yes, number 2...dun dun dun, i have found my dream job. don't laugh...i want to write for rolling stone. i do so bad. i'm going to go to college and depending on the school, major in either writing, or english with a journalism/creative writing emphasis. oh, dear. well darlings, i love you.
-me
anyways, i got hit in the leg with a snowball shot by some kiddies in my grade. they were shooting them with a waterballoon slingshot. it made me feel like one of those kids in the movies that always get made fun of and have eggs and stuff thrown at them...hahahah i'm one of those losers...hahahaha. i guess. my friend drove up and apologized he was like "we didn't mean to hit you, are you okay" i was just like hahahahah yeah you're dumb.
i had some really in depth conversations with a co-worker of mine tonight. we decided that we really don't understand some things. but i guess nobody does. sometimes, i just look at people and think what are you doing? and then i'm like wow, look at me be a jerk, i'm probably doing 30 more things wrong than they are.
things i think about all the time:
*cornerstone! yeeeah!
*how i think i figured out what i want to do with my
*how i'm never going to pick a college, or be able to pay for it
*my sisters
*my undying, and ever-growing hatred for school
*a boy...slap me, please.
*my lack of attempt to live a christ-centered life
*my sophomore friends
*my senior friends
*ben & jerry's brownie batter ice cream
*mewithoutYou...NEXT WEEK!
so yes, number 2...dun dun dun, i have found my dream job. don't laugh...i want to write for rolling stone. i do so bad. i'm going to go to college and depending on the school, major in either writing, or english with a journalism/creative writing emphasis. oh, dear. well darlings, i love you.
-me