The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.
That quote on my title is amazing. It's from Moulin Rouge. So, my weekend has been pretty fun.
Sorry, this is a long one, folks.
I went bowling Friday night. I'm still not doing as well as I need to be to bowl Varsity. I'm praying that Ms. Mir makes the right decision to start me on JV tomorrow at the match. It's our first, and I'm nervous as hell.
Saturday was Kara's party. That was pretty fun. We ate massive quantities of food which is wonderful for the waistline, I know. We played pool, and that was fun because we really didn't care what we were doing. Me, Kara, and Izzy just sat and talked for awhile, about good things and bad things, serious things, and nothing at all. Real conversations with people make me happy. They don't happen too often.
We watched Moulin Rouge. It's the craziest movie I've ever seen, but it's really funny and the music is amazing. Nevermind the fact that Ewan McGregor, the guy who plays Christian, is absolutely beautiful and has an astonishing voice. I love a boy who can sing. =] Movies like that make me kind of sad though. There's such of a deep love between the two of them. Is that really possible? Most woman would choose the guy with the money, not the pennyless writer (as they called him). Not me, however. Art before money. Sorry rich boys. Satine dies in the end which makes me sad too.
So last night, Izzy's father was at Kara's for a little while. And me and Izzy wanted to go practice at Ocean today before the match. He had the fucking balls to say in front of my face that Izzy smells like a skunk after she leaves my house. WELL FUCK HIM! I can't help it that my parents smoke! I don't smoke. Don't punish me or Izzy for that. I hate that man with a passion.
*Goes off on random topic* Why is it that because there are skulls on some of my clothing my grand-mother seems to think less of me? It's like she thinks I'm going to change because of the clothing I wear. I wear what I like. Like yesterday, I bought a sweater with two skulls on that had wings on them, wearing headphones. It was really nice. What does that shirt make me? A goth? A satan-worshipper? no way! It makes me a person wearing a shirt. TADA! For an example, on my Christmas list there is a shirt with a skull on the front with everything from birds to peace signs to more skulls. The word indifference is sprawled across the front. To me, this shirt not only represents the death but also the beautiful parts of life. People need to get out of their dreamworld. Make your own opinions instead of believing what the world is telling you.
I'm not pissed right now. People just bug me sometimes. Enjoy your lives.
Sorry, this is a long one, folks.
I went bowling Friday night. I'm still not doing as well as I need to be to bowl Varsity. I'm praying that Ms. Mir makes the right decision to start me on JV tomorrow at the match. It's our first, and I'm nervous as hell.
Saturday was Kara's party. That was pretty fun. We ate massive quantities of food which is wonderful for the waistline, I know. We played pool, and that was fun because we really didn't care what we were doing. Me, Kara, and Izzy just sat and talked for awhile, about good things and bad things, serious things, and nothing at all. Real conversations with people make me happy. They don't happen too often.
We watched Moulin Rouge. It's the craziest movie I've ever seen, but it's really funny and the music is amazing. Nevermind the fact that Ewan McGregor, the guy who plays Christian, is absolutely beautiful and has an astonishing voice. I love a boy who can sing. =] Movies like that make me kind of sad though. There's such of a deep love between the two of them. Is that really possible? Most woman would choose the guy with the money, not the pennyless writer (as they called him). Not me, however. Art before money. Sorry rich boys. Satine dies in the end which makes me sad too.
So last night, Izzy's father was at Kara's for a little while. And me and Izzy wanted to go practice at Ocean today before the match. He had the fucking balls to say in front of my face that Izzy smells like a skunk after she leaves my house. WELL FUCK HIM! I can't help it that my parents smoke! I don't smoke. Don't punish me or Izzy for that. I hate that man with a passion.
*Goes off on random topic* Why is it that because there are skulls on some of my clothing my grand-mother seems to think less of me? It's like she thinks I'm going to change because of the clothing I wear. I wear what I like. Like yesterday, I bought a sweater with two skulls on that had wings on them, wearing headphones. It was really nice. What does that shirt make me? A goth? A satan-worshipper? no way! It makes me a person wearing a shirt. TADA! For an example, on my Christmas list there is a shirt with a skull on the front with everything from birds to peace signs to more skulls. The word indifference is sprawled across the front. To me, this shirt not only represents the death but also the beautiful parts of life. People need to get out of their dreamworld. Make your own opinions instead of believing what the world is telling you.
I'm not pissed right now. People just bug me sometimes. Enjoy your lives.