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| Bye Xanga.
I've decided to sell-out and create a webshots too. It's just easier. http://community.webshots.com/user/singitsista14
I may be back sometime, but certainly not in the near future.
It's been real. | | |
| "Peddle to floor, thinking of you more, gotta get us to the shore,
California, here we come, right back where we started from.
CALIFORNIA, here we come!"
I'm sorry; I had to!
I'll be back on August 2nd.
Things I want to do when I return and before school starts, if you want
to partake in any of these activities with me, let me know! (I won't be
grounded anymore!)
-Go to the Franklin Institue (I don't know, but I really want to)
-Get a group together and go to Six Flags
-Go to atleast one show
-Visit a few more colleges
-The shore, atleast once more
-Actually see my friends, whom I miss terribly!
EDIT- 9/10-Bloc Party at the Electric Factory
9/28-Sufjan Stevens at the TLA
10/07-The Decemberists at the Electric Factory
10/17-Devendra Banhart- at the TLA
(Go with me!)
Bye, I'll see you when I get home from California!
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Ah, well...considering I cannot go anywhere or do anything I decided to write an entry.
This may or may not be rather personal, I guess we'll see what flows
along the way and whether or not I feel like sharing my emotions with
the world. I don't even think I really understand my emotions right now.
I am lonely. I know I have people who love me, but they're unreachable
right now..and I need them, but can't have them. My parents don't
believe anything I have to say, mostly my mother, even though I told
them there isn't one thing I'm lying to them about in my life right
now. My mom says I am grounded until we get back from California,
which would be the 2nd of August, if we still even go to California. I
won't see any of my friends or Mike until then, which is completely
awful. Everything in my life was so secure and happy until all of this
crap happened. I don't want anything in my life to change from
the way it was. But I also may be too paranoid, but
I can't help it. I'm easily paranoid.
At church this weekend, I spent the entire time thinking. I have
always felt that I was a good Catholic follower. Sure, I don't
necessarily agree with some of the rules of the religion. For example,
I support pro-choice and gay marriage. But does that make me a bad
Catholic? I don't really know. I go to church, I listen, I pray, I
understand. And I feel an obvious connection with God, but because of
what I support I don't know if that makes me a bad Catholic. I don't
think it's very fair. These are rhetorical questions, so I don't expect
nor necessarily want anyone to respond to that.
It hasn't even been a full week of grounding yet, and I'm already
feeling this way. The days are so long when you don't have much to do.
I feel sort of lost right now.
I need to be with my friends.
And I need to be with him.
EDIT- As I have nothing to do, I've been reading random people's
myspace's, etc. And people really need to stop using the word 'nigga'
so freely. It's annoying. All these white scene kids say it like it's
the new cool thing. Stop, you sound like a dumbass.
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| Well, I'm home from the beach. It was a really wonderful time spent with my family and boyfriend.
I'm not permitted to attend the Dave Matthews Band concert tomorrow for I am grounded...or something.
Don't do drugs kids, don't do drugs.
Edit: I must say being a teenager is really hard sometimes. My dear
friend Alicia and I have dug ourselves into the shit hole this past
week in our own personal ways. I won't even go into my little brother
right now. Yeah, this sucks.
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| So, I've been playing piano alot again lately. I realized I've missed it, and I used to be talented.
I feel that I would get alot more respect, knowing how to play an
instrument well. And I have such trouble playing guitar because my tiny
fingers can't play alot of the chords. As far as piano, I wouldn't start
taking lessons again or any of that,
but I've just been enjoying tickling the keys. I also really hate the
cliche 'tickling the keys' so, I don't think I'm going to say that ever
again.
I don't like being pasty white in the summer.
I need to pack my bags.
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