scream my lungs out

Oct 18, 2003 16:57

Okay. I officially hate my computer. Who knows how many times I had to try and update. I'm not counting.

But anyways...

I love my brother. He walked with me to meet Andrew, and then we chilled on the bridge and had a cigarette. Then we walked through the forest to the pit. Oh, how I love Autumn. The leaves are so pretty, and my favourite weather is where you can wear a hoody and pants, and just be comfortable. We didn't really get that weather much this year, though. It's far too cold for my liking, right now.
So, at the pit we all indulged in a little marijuana. Andrew not so much, as he had to go to work in a few hours. We sang along to TBS and then giggled like little school girls about how much fun the concert is going to be.

I find it rather odd that my sister doesn't smoke, do drugs, or drink, and here my brother is, dealing drugs. hah! And they're both the same age, too.

We walked back to the house when we were done, and watched 2Fast2Furious. I've never seen it, nor the first one, but it was really good. And I fell in love with the cars. *creams pants*

And here is something I wrote a few days ago, when I was without a computer.


I miss things so much. I live in the past, I live in regret. I miss being young and in love. I miss being carefree, just living day to day with nothing to worry about. I miss running in the rain, with only a bathing suit on, not worrying about my appearance. I miss those long bike rides, and walks in the park with my parents. I miss the fact that I was such a tomboy, and didn't even dream of wearing a skirt. I miss those soccer games at recess with all the boys. I miss skiing lessons, and snowmobiling with my uncle, and coming home to a cup of hot chocolate. I miss snowball fights, and snow angels. I miss being pure and innocent. I miss all those broken promises. I miss those trips to Florida with my aunt and uncle. But most of all, I miss summer. I miss daily swims in the pool. I miss playing soccer in the heat of the night. I miss being spoiled. I miss staying up until the wee hours of the morning and sleeping in late. I miss those all-nighters, and the talks on ritalin, where I'd babble on aimlessly about nothing in particular. I miss getting drunk and stoned on a daily basis. I miss hanging out with the boys on the street. I miss making out. I miss the excitement of my first concert, and the pain the first time a metal object punctured my skin. I miss the anxiety of my first tattoo. I miss not having to worry about school and homework, or stress about grades, tests and assignments. I miss not stressing over the fact that this is the last year that me and those I hold close to my heart will be together. I miss the fact that I never even dreamed of going to college. And that fact that I thought I would never lose touch with my friends. I miss the past, and what I thought the future would be like.
Previous post Next post
Up