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Dear 2005,
We had our good times. Like going to really good concerts and becoming good friends with really awesome people. We had our bad times. Like the ending of friendships and the death of a peer. We laughed a lot. Because of Joan of Arc, Music Bears, and Katie Holmes. We cried. Because school is just too much sometimes, fighting is a part of life, and boys, (whether you like them, are related to them, or pass them on the street) will be boys. We made ourselves proud. Like doing well on the Allen Paper and getting a job. We made fools of ourselves. Like falling down the Sophomore Hill and saying dumb things in front of the wrong people.
All I have to say is I'm glad it's over. I'm ready to move on. 2006 started off well.
Love.
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hey are you going to walk to your car alone later?
i love december.
i had an amazing birthday.
having two snow days in a row ruled.
finals are going to kick my ass.
but 2 weeks away from school is very welcomed.
i'm glad someone finally knows.
facebook is better.
find me on there.
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only a year til I can vote, sign contracts, and buy cigarettes and porn.
but as of today-- I can legally see R-rated movies.
[hell yeah!]
my camera is MIA.
i truly feel like part of me is gone.
my friends rule.
cause they tie balloons to my car while I'm at work.
skip school with me to watch me get a tattoo.
sing show-tunes in physics for no reason.
I saw a fight at lunch today.
a real fight.
They ended up on the ground.
it was two girls.
I feel like I could graduate now with no regrets.
it was amazing.
1 I like to fall asleep to Tool.
2 I have a freakishly good memory.
3 I have a poster of Aaron Carter on the back of my door.
4 I hate all condiments.
5 I rip off all the overhang off hamburgers.
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i feel like it was all a dream.
it felt way too surreal for it to have really happened.
i still cannot truly understand what was said to me,
but i know that i will soon enough.
i can feel my brain trying to realize what happened.
we're not kids anymore.
happy thanksgiving.
this year i'm thankful for...
Guy Malone, best friends, and my 22 year old boyfriend.
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i'd be lost without you.
so thanks for always being there. |
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