You make a man wanna speak spanish
I totally wore my lucky underwear today. Let me just say i had a great day, just like the lucky undies fortold. Cats testing rocked. It only lasted like an hour or so out of three hours, and the rest of the time consisted of Matt, Sean, bagels, coloring, Phantom of the opera, the supertones, and senses fail. And today went by REALLY fast. I did dangerously close to nothing in my other two clases. I colored like all of math class :) you know youre sad when half of your day is spent with crayons. And Then i drew pictures in biology. Emily drew me a totally baller picutre of me at prom, which completely rocked my world. It will definatly be on the fridge.
Ever feel like your life is completely sky high except for one little thing? Or maybe that little thing isnt so little, like its something that could completely change your life. BUt you dont want to admit its really real, becuase that means you have to be sad, and you just dont want to come down off of your cloud. Like you have to trap out the bad stuff, because you have this optimism complex where you have to block out the bad stuff and pretend its not there so you can keep on giggling and being on planet gleeful. But the whole while youre jumping up and down on planet gleeful with no gravity, that "little" thing just keeps tugging on your pants leg, trying to bring you back down to where gravity exists, and reality's ugly face is waiting to escort you back home...
Ever feel like your life is completely sky high except for one little thing? Or maybe that little thing isnt so little, like its something that could completely change your life. BUt you dont want to admit its really real, becuase that means you have to be sad, and you just dont want to come down off of your cloud. Like you have to trap out the bad stuff, because you have this optimism complex where you have to block out the bad stuff and pretend its not there so you can keep on giggling and being on planet gleeful. But the whole while youre jumping up and down on planet gleeful with no gravity, that "little" thing just keeps tugging on your pants leg, trying to bring you back down to where gravity exists, and reality's ugly face is waiting to escort you back home...