I really have to wonder how circumstances can go from being
so good
to so bad
so fast.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
"I made it deep inside my heart."
After making my mom dinner (and a cake) for her birthday,
I went out to dinner.
It was a relatively awkward dinner, mainly because of the relationshp math involved.
Afterwards we split up and I went to a very good friend's house.
And at one thirty in the morning, made out on the front porch, in the snow.
And the term "item" finally applies.
There's a long road ahead, but I think I'm ready to start walking it.
I went out to dinner.
It was a relatively awkward dinner, mainly because of the relationshp math involved.
Afterwards we split up and I went to a very good friend's house.
And at one thirty in the morning, made out on the front porch, in the snow.
And the term "item" finally applies.
There's a long road ahead, but I think I'm ready to start walking it.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Three Subjects of Love
1. It's wonderful that I come out of Valentine's Day with five roses. I love my my friends.
2 We're sliding away from flirtation to something more serious. I feel like there's a kiss on the horizon.
3. My mom is home, and just in time. Happy Birthday to her- 58 years and counting. She will always be the strongest person I know.
2 We're sliding away from flirtation to something more serious. I feel like there's a kiss on the horizon.
3. My mom is home, and just in time. Happy Birthday to her- 58 years and counting. She will always be the strongest person I know.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
On the Subject of Protection
demons are prowling everywhere nowadays
i'll send em howling, i don't care, i got ways
no one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare
others can desert you, not to worry, whistle i'll be there...
On Thursday night, a man brought a gun into a City Hall meeting in the suburb right next to mine and started shooting. Six people were killed, and more were injured.
And while it's a tragedy in it's own right, and probaby deserving of a blog all on its own, it's not the subject of this one.
The first thing my dad said about it was, "Some asshole shot up City Hall."
It got me thinking, when is the exact moment our parents stop protecting us? I have to wonder about when my parents stopped caring about curfew, disregarded if I spent the night at a girl's house, gave up telling me I shouldn't watch R-rated movies. I'm not complaining, I appreciate that they trust me.
Yet I can't stop thinking about when they realized the world was too big and too dark to protect me from. I wonder about when they used to hold me in their arms, shield my eyes, when I lacked a thick enough skin to deal with any of it.
I was way too young to remember it now, and yet I miss it. I feel like I still need to be protected. I feel so vulnerable sometimes. I mean I'm almost seventeen; I'm not a child anymore, but that's not exactly old. I can't help feeling that we live in a scary world, and it's only going to get worse. And I realize my parents can't protect me from murder, from cancer or rape or any of that. But I miss when they tried...
Sometimes I just wish they'd take me aside and tell me, "Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around."
i'll send em howling, i don't care, i got ways
no one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare
others can desert you, not to worry, whistle i'll be there...
On Thursday night, a man brought a gun into a City Hall meeting in the suburb right next to mine and started shooting. Six people were killed, and more were injured.
And while it's a tragedy in it's own right, and probaby deserving of a blog all on its own, it's not the subject of this one.
The first thing my dad said about it was, "Some asshole shot up City Hall."
It got me thinking, when is the exact moment our parents stop protecting us? I have to wonder about when my parents stopped caring about curfew, disregarded if I spent the night at a girl's house, gave up telling me I shouldn't watch R-rated movies. I'm not complaining, I appreciate that they trust me.
Yet I can't stop thinking about when they realized the world was too big and too dark to protect me from. I wonder about when they used to hold me in their arms, shield my eyes, when I lacked a thick enough skin to deal with any of it.
I was way too young to remember it now, and yet I miss it. I feel like I still need to be protected. I feel so vulnerable sometimes. I mean I'm almost seventeen; I'm not a child anymore, but that's not exactly old. I can't help feeling that we live in a scary world, and it's only going to get worse. And I realize my parents can't protect me from murder, from cancer or rape or any of that. But I miss when they tried...
Sometimes I just wish they'd take me aside and tell me, "Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around."
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Happy Six More Weeks of Winter.
We rang in February with a snow day.
Which sounds like it would be a good omen for the rest of the month.
But as of now, I don't really think so.
The groundhog predicted six more weeks of winter,
and this entire weekend was kind of a big nonevent.
And the forecast for today is not looking very good. I'm looking at this mountain of things to do be do; the house is disgusting, I have massive amounts of homework, my laundry hamper is overflowing onto the floor, I need to get a haircut. I take the ACT in less than a week, and I'm terrified. And I can't seem to muster up the motivation for any of it.
Well...good luck to me.
Which sounds like it would be a good omen for the rest of the month.
But as of now, I don't really think so.
The groundhog predicted six more weeks of winter,
and this entire weekend was kind of a big nonevent.
And the forecast for today is not looking very good. I'm looking at this mountain of things to do be do; the house is disgusting, I have massive amounts of homework, my laundry hamper is overflowing onto the floor, I need to get a haircut. I take the ACT in less than a week, and I'm terrified. And I can't seem to muster up the motivation for any of it.
Well...good luck to me.
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