the sky explodes, and only you know.
Today I started sewing together Sam's bag. I mentioned how it was a pain in the ass to have to drag le sewing machine out every time I wanted to use it.
So, of course, the logical thing to do is turn off the sewing machine, go into my room, and rearrange my furniture so I have more room to sew and a place to put it in my room, because I'm the one who uses it.
My room is still a mess, but I'm done for the night, and my bed is clear. So I'm good. My desk, where it's going to go, came with this weird shelf thing on top that I never liked. Currently, it's sitting beside my bed.
I think we're going to try to find me a new desk.
My mother was freakin' paranoid about my bookshelves coming down on me while I'm sleeping because now the middle of my bed would be under it (You'd think if they were going to break, they would have already done so, but whatever.) so we have to take down the shelves before my bed can actually go into the corner.
But it was time for a change (and a good cleaning), so I'm glad we did it.
If I can't sleep later, maybe I'll clean more.
----
Everyone's leaving, or gone.
Emily and Jess are gone next week, as well as Alana, who's been gone all July. Carmen leaves about the time Alana comes back.
Have I mentioned they all suck?
...Good.
I've decided I will use that dreadful week to sew like crazy, and make something pretty.
---
The party that was supposed to be today is now apparently Wednesday, which I found out a few days ago. I'm still not sure if I'm going. It's still not in my town.
And I still doubt that I'll be allowed.
---
La la la, he has a girlfriend. That's why he stopped talking to me. Coward. I'm glad I slapped him that one time, even if I didn't mean to hurt him right then. I'm glad it hurt. I'm still reminding myself that it has to be his loss, and that it will be the last time I care about boys.
But I still have my Damien Rice, and he's who counts. And this lovely band makes me happy. I'm almost over it.
-------------------------------------------
I love her for knowing exactly what it was about.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well you're not brave if you still keep the letters
and you're not sane if you don't want to get better
and you're not drunk if you can stay in your lane, no
Well you're not awake but you haven't been sleeping
and you hate god but you don't believe in him
and you're not scared but you still got you're eyes closed
the sky explodes, and only you know
Well it's not fixed if you love it broken
and your cell phone's at the bottom of the ocean
and you're not drunk if you can stay in your lane
Well you're not brave and you're making a lane shift
you're not lost but you're missing your exit
and you're not scared but you still got your eyes closed
I want you to worry when I don't call you back
<3
makes rai rai happy lots.
even if everyone she loves is going to be away.
So, of course, the logical thing to do is turn off the sewing machine, go into my room, and rearrange my furniture so I have more room to sew and a place to put it in my room, because I'm the one who uses it.
My room is still a mess, but I'm done for the night, and my bed is clear. So I'm good. My desk, where it's going to go, came with this weird shelf thing on top that I never liked. Currently, it's sitting beside my bed.
I think we're going to try to find me a new desk.
My mother was freakin' paranoid about my bookshelves coming down on me while I'm sleeping because now the middle of my bed would be under it (You'd think if they were going to break, they would have already done so, but whatever.) so we have to take down the shelves before my bed can actually go into the corner.
But it was time for a change (and a good cleaning), so I'm glad we did it.
If I can't sleep later, maybe I'll clean more.
----
Everyone's leaving, or gone.
Emily and Jess are gone next week, as well as Alana, who's been gone all July. Carmen leaves about the time Alana comes back.
Have I mentioned they all suck?
...Good.
I've decided I will use that dreadful week to sew like crazy, and make something pretty.
---
The party that was supposed to be today is now apparently Wednesday, which I found out a few days ago. I'm still not sure if I'm going. It's still not in my town.
And I still doubt that I'll be allowed.
---
La la la, he has a girlfriend. That's why he stopped talking to me. Coward. I'm glad I slapped him that one time, even if I didn't mean to hurt him right then. I'm glad it hurt. I'm still reminding myself that it has to be his loss, and that it will be the last time I care about boys.
But I still have my Damien Rice, and he's who counts. And this lovely band makes me happy. I'm almost over it.
-------------------------------------------
I love her for knowing exactly what it was about.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well you're not brave if you still keep the letters
and you're not sane if you don't want to get better
and you're not drunk if you can stay in your lane, no
Well you're not awake but you haven't been sleeping
and you hate god but you don't believe in him
and you're not scared but you still got you're eyes closed
the sky explodes, and only you know
Well it's not fixed if you love it broken
and your cell phone's at the bottom of the ocean
and you're not drunk if you can stay in your lane
Well you're not brave and you're making a lane shift
you're not lost but you're missing your exit
and you're not scared but you still got your eyes closed
I want you to worry when I don't call you back
<3
makes rai rai happy lots.
even if everyone she loves is going to be away.