May 23, 2005 22:26
How come the world moves so fast when you need it to move slowly. How come it slow downs when you feel as if you can't possibly wait any longer? How can a person want both things to happen at the same time?
So I figured out most of the things I'm waiting for...among them is:
~A Call (waiting for a phone to ring SERIOUSLY SUCKS)
~A few Drs. appointments (Some for me, Some for my family)
~A baby (NOT MINE, my oldest sisters)
Does everyone wait like I do? I mean yes I do the whole cause change thing, but eventually you have to wait for the reaction part.
So I just spaced and was reading my icon, which is completely true only I'd probably add "But it was a HELL of a lot of Fun." at the end.
I can't talk with my mom she thinks shes open minded but she isn't...at all. I mean sure I've learned several helpful things from her, but my sisters have taught me just as much. But to be perfectly honest one of my best friends surpasses all of my family members when it comes to a direct change/reaction from me. My friends have taught me how to be patient, and how to take chances. Two things my entire family has yet to learn. What I think I'm trying to say is even though my family is great, I think I may love my friends just as much or more. My Mom is constantly trying to change my dreams to fit here agenda, whereas my friends are full of support and all about the follow the dreams bit. Should I feel badly about this?
I'm scared of growing up, hence the fav. movie being Peter Pan. He gets to stay a boy forever...how lucky. If you had a choice to remain naive and innocent, and not have to deal with all the heartbreak and foul things that come with growing up, would you? Then again you wouldn't get to have all the excellent things that come with age. Such as being an aunt, or falling in love. If you have read this far in I give you props because this is a serious mass of rambling thoughts...sorry bout that. I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed soon and I'm sorta scared...when my sister got hers done she had horrible hallucinations brought on from the meds they gave her. It seriously freaked me out, and I definitely dont' want to ever experience that. "I'm just hopelessly hopeful" that everything is going to turn out well. When I began my junior year at good ol' big D, I thought I'd be worried about grades and swim practice conflicting with cheerleading. Not if my sister was going to get rid of her almost cancerous cells, or if my father would keep paying child support so we could eat, or just how I was suppose to get over a guy whom I loved...It all has worked out well, and I wouldn't trade the great moments I've had with my friends (and family) for anything, I just wish someone would just tell me with great certainty that everything would end in a likeable fashion. Okay no one has probably read this far but just in case: Sorry about the long entry, I meant to make it short my apologies.