Being home on a Friday night isn't what bothers me.
It's knowing that I can't do anything, even if I wanted to.
For good music, consult Daniel Allenbach. Always.
I hate when I really want/need to say something, but because certain people might read this, I can't.
(wouldn't want them to think that they were that special now would I?)
I just wanna tell them, "Whatever dude. Do your thing".
Ya know?
And then there's the kids that never leave your side.
Sometimes, I wish I had taken more art classes in general.
Watercolor makes me drool.
Oh yea, today is 11/11/11.. And yea, I made a wish at 11:11.
Both times.
I win over you all.
Tomorrow, I'll be like...
What the?
You know, it's been a month.
And nothing's different than before it all started,
except that now I know you,
and back then,
I didn't.
i hate vague blog posts! plus we just need to play. i miss you and i saw you yesterday! can we have a picnic in the school again?
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