Last night was so great. Mark and I went to Channelside to walk around the 'abundant' number of shops they had to offer. Then at nine, we walked to the second story of a tall building and watchhed fireworks over the ocean inlet. We kept joking that it was so cliche, but in the end, it was really nice. Then we went home and played pool...lmao...
Night before, we just sat around watching the daily show, discussing politics and Robert whats-his-face, the UN hater.
Day before that, shopping.
Day before that, Mark and I went over to Alan's house. Bits of nostalgia kept creeping into my throat from old times with my old buddy. Lol, but that went away and we went home to mark's house. Then eric and julian came over and they all had their guy time..and I was sadly pushed out of the testosterone circle until Julian and I started talking about his car and job.
Mary's coming home soon...about a week...I can't wait. I've been surrounded by guys all summer long and even though I love some benefits(hehe), I can't wait to have girl time and tell her everything that's happened, and I'm dying to hear about her trip.
I guess it's time for some much needed emotional connection between my heart and keyboard...yea...
So...summer is officially winding down to the frail end. It's withered away in perspective, but now I can honestly tell myself that it's almost over.
Time for tenth grade. The homework. The friends. The drama. The three subtleties that make up any 15 year olds life. And as summer ends, I find myself debating the school year and its potentialities. I hate the pressure of being pretty. Even size 1 girls with perfectly symmetrical faces are forced to succumb to this force. It's annoying and I hate it. And my friends... Already, they've shown to me that this year will be different. And I loathe change.
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