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Yes I'm finished with notecards!!!! I haven't even met Mrs. Lowe and I already think she should die. Or at the very least boil her head. Don't they know that summer reading only makes us hate school before it even starts? If they only made us read one book they could have at least a week until we wanted to burn down the building.
So I'm refusing to go to sleep b/c once I do summer is over. Yeah, yeah, I'm weird. Sarah Marie has already informed me. And Andrew has pointed out that I'm crazy and a loser. Guilty on all counts, and whatever other names you can come up with for me. Except synonyms to slut. Haha. Anyways.
I wonder why I don't want summer to end so bad? This summer was so different from every other one. Last year was stressful b/c I was a CIT, but the rewards from that were immediate. I'm still not sure how all this new crap's gonna work out. BAH! LIFE! I guess now that things have settled down I don't want to shake them up again. I can relate so well to the song Wake Me Up When September Ends. For some reason I've always dreaded the passing of time. Even when I was little I would cry b/c I couldn't stay 5 forever. Or if I could, all my friends would grow up without me, which would be even worse. Once a month of school has gone by, I'll be back in the routine. No time to worry about time. Ironic isn't it? I didn't plan that; it just came out. I think I'll write about that at some point. But not now. I won't bore Y'all with mediocre poetry. I'm sure I'm already boring you with the delirious wanderings of a restless mind. I talk about myself too much. If any of y'all ever need someone to listen, I'm available. I ought to be sympathetic to other people's problems instead of just complaining about my own. Don't worry about me, I'll be giddy again tomorrow, or at least angry about school starting.
Let the morning bring me word
of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in
you, Lord.
Show me the way I should go,
for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 143:8
So I'm refusing to go to sleep b/c once I do summer is over. Yeah, yeah, I'm weird. Sarah Marie has already informed me. And Andrew has pointed out that I'm crazy and a loser. Guilty on all counts, and whatever other names you can come up with for me. Except synonyms to slut. Haha. Anyways.
I wonder why I don't want summer to end so bad? This summer was so different from every other one. Last year was stressful b/c I was a CIT, but the rewards from that were immediate. I'm still not sure how all this new crap's gonna work out. BAH! LIFE! I guess now that things have settled down I don't want to shake them up again. I can relate so well to the song Wake Me Up When September Ends. For some reason I've always dreaded the passing of time. Even when I was little I would cry b/c I couldn't stay 5 forever. Or if I could, all my friends would grow up without me, which would be even worse. Once a month of school has gone by, I'll be back in the routine. No time to worry about time. Ironic isn't it? I didn't plan that; it just came out. I think I'll write about that at some point. But not now. I won't bore Y'all with mediocre poetry. I'm sure I'm already boring you with the delirious wanderings of a restless mind. I talk about myself too much. If any of y'all ever need someone to listen, I'm available. I ought to be sympathetic to other people's problems instead of just complaining about my own. Don't worry about me, I'll be giddy again tomorrow, or at least angry about school starting.
Let the morning bring me word
of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in
you, Lord.
Show me the way I should go,
for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 143:8