Showing posts with label the starting line. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the starting line. Show all posts
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We got older but we're still young

Tonight I watched three movies with E and I made three bracelets and went to Yogurtland.  We talked a lot about the rut that is second semester of senior year and what's going to happen next year and a bit about deleting people on facebook and how refreshing that feels.  I think I'm getting a cold but that's okay because today was a good day and hopefully tomorrow will be too, even though I'm going out with my mom and my sister and that usually turns into a lot of snapping at each other. 

Right now I'm listening to music that I haven't heard in a long time and my nose is running really badly and it's annoying and I should probably go to bed soon but first I'm going to wash my face and write and I feel okay right now, happy I guess, and I don't want to go to school on Monday, but the good thing is that Monday's still two days away. 

Is it weird that I still know all the words to several Fall Out Boy songs? 
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We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings

"Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace."
- Oscar Wilde


It's supposed to be warm tomorrow.  Seventy-seven degrees.  I wonder if it really will be.  Weather.com has been lying to me a lot lately, not unlike teachers who say I know more than I think I know and parents who say there's plenty of food in the fridge.  
I'm not ready for this week, not  at all.  I hate tests.  I think that anything that forces you to compare yourself to others should be permanently eliminated.  It's not healthy. 


I don't like blogging with a center alignment because it doesn't match the title of the post, but I like blogging with a center alignment because it looks better with the pictures.  I make things way too complicated - much like my history teacher. 
This evening I moved the part in my hair to the opposite side of my head, and now I feel totally off-balance.  Like I'm about to tip over or fall down.  That's how I felt when I was at the top of the Eiffel Tower - off-kilter.  And I think I've messed up the placement of my natural highlights.  Who knows what color my hair is now. 
It needs to be summer already.