i want to be simple.
sundays used to be so bad because my parents used to fight and my brother would make fun of me because he was bored and i wasn't usually allowed to go anywhere fun but for some reason i am unaware of, they're rather relaxing now. i have the time to listen to my favorite songs, (like this one, LORD.) and take my dog on hour long walks and read books titled "love."
i hung out with my mom today, too, and it was hella sweet! she also taught me to make potato bread "the right way", same goes for some country biscuits and gravy, explaining to me that one day i would have a husband who would want some hittin' grub when he returned from a hard day at the mines. i couldn't help but smirk at that, though. and thanks to my request, we're having some bona fide macaroni and cheese for dinner, so i'm definitely all for that. i feel really yucky today though, but one single phonecall and i'm swell. there's always something to feel bad about but i'm going to completely and wholly ignore it. and i get my driver's liscense back in less than two weeks, and you can bet your cabin fevered hiney that i'm going to be around taking you out to lunch and making you go to some shitty new place with me very soon.
my father told me i should join the army yesterday, though, since he doesn't think i'll be very happy as a college student. yeah, cause i'll be chipper as all hell blasting away some korean people in six years or so... needless to say, i filled out forms for more information today from some okay looking colleges, since it's so important to my grandfather that i go. i just want to be happy and write and make barely enough money for a small, small house and lie on my back on top of your bed that's made and stare at your ceiling as you wrap yourself around my side and whisper. i wish everything, everything could always be that simple.
i've totally fallen in love with rilo kiley all over again. who doesn't love days when they re-discover one of their absolute favorite bands? god bless it.
i hung out with my mom today, too, and it was hella sweet! she also taught me to make potato bread "the right way", same goes for some country biscuits and gravy, explaining to me that one day i would have a husband who would want some hittin' grub when he returned from a hard day at the mines. i couldn't help but smirk at that, though. and thanks to my request, we're having some bona fide macaroni and cheese for dinner, so i'm definitely all for that. i feel really yucky today though, but one single phonecall and i'm swell. there's always something to feel bad about but i'm going to completely and wholly ignore it. and i get my driver's liscense back in less than two weeks, and you can bet your cabin fevered hiney that i'm going to be around taking you out to lunch and making you go to some shitty new place with me very soon.
my father told me i should join the army yesterday, though, since he doesn't think i'll be very happy as a college student. yeah, cause i'll be chipper as all hell blasting away some korean people in six years or so... needless to say, i filled out forms for more information today from some okay looking colleges, since it's so important to my grandfather that i go. i just want to be happy and write and make barely enough money for a small, small house and lie on my back on top of your bed that's made and stare at your ceiling as you wrap yourself around my side and whisper. i wish everything, everything could always be that simple.
i've totally fallen in love with rilo kiley all over again. who doesn't love days when they re-discover one of their absolute favorite bands? god bless it.