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Melissa Wilson keeps screwing up my schedule. Every time she skips 6th hour, I don't want to take the chance that she might actually be absent, so I don't stay to work out. I guess today I don't mind so much...My legs are sore like whoa. False hope this morning...I thought I put my belt on a smaller hole this morning, but I just haven't worn it in a while, and realized later on that it was the same one as usual.
Fiesta de las telenovelas el sábado.
We did this in Creative Writing for our journal, and I liked it:
March 9, 2005
I am from: roller coasters rides all day long, from morning to when the sun sets, watching fireworks explode in the sky as the train climbed the hill when we rode the last run of the Beast each night. Hot days in the waterpark, rainy nights in the popup, and long lines for rides. Drifting on Lazy-Man River, and screaming through tunnels and down hills.
I am from: hot summer days in downtown Caseville. Jimmy Buffett music coming from every open store door. People cooking cheeseburgers out on the sidewalk, laying on the beach during the day, and on the hill at night to hear the renditions of Margaritaville and Jolly Mon. Shooting stars as you lay in the sand, wrapped in someone's arms, going for midnight swims in the lake, and sneaking out of the camper.
I am from: hours of cuddling and talking and laughing. Trips to the DIA, and piggyback rides down the sidewalk. Tears on both ends of the phone, kisses blown through the computer screen. Days off school and getting caught, months of being apart. Dreams of how it will be one day.
24 hours.
Allergies are a bitch.
I'm off to find out info on the Streetlight show.
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Fiesta de las telenovelas el sábado.
We did this in Creative Writing for our journal, and I liked it:
March 9, 2005
I am from: roller coasters rides all day long, from morning to when the sun sets, watching fireworks explode in the sky as the train climbed the hill when we rode the last run of the Beast each night. Hot days in the waterpark, rainy nights in the popup, and long lines for rides. Drifting on Lazy-Man River, and screaming through tunnels and down hills.
I am from: hot summer days in downtown Caseville. Jimmy Buffett music coming from every open store door. People cooking cheeseburgers out on the sidewalk, laying on the beach during the day, and on the hill at night to hear the renditions of Margaritaville and Jolly Mon. Shooting stars as you lay in the sand, wrapped in someone's arms, going for midnight swims in the lake, and sneaking out of the camper.
I am from: hours of cuddling and talking and laughing. Trips to the DIA, and piggyback rides down the sidewalk. Tears on both ends of the phone, kisses blown through the computer screen. Days off school and getting caught, months of being apart. Dreams of how it will be one day.
24 hours.
Allergies are a bitch.
I'm off to find out info on the Streetlight show.
[car]