"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Told you it would be less frequent...

Yep, it's been fifteen days since I've posted. Pathetic? Yes. Excused? Most definitely.

Swim team's still very undefeated. Season's halfway over though. :( I know for a fact that I'll miss these girls when it's over.

Music's in my head right now. Many people think that I'm nuts, but it's just the jukebox in my mind. I'll get like ten songs stuck at once and they'll combine to become possibly the most interesting form of entertainment known to mankind.

For example: Take Billy Joel's "For the Longest Time" and mix that with "Pop Goes the Weasel." Now add "Sexyback" by Justin Timberlake. You get a sexy weasel singing an a capella song.

See what I mean? It's fun. Right now it's "Face Down" by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, "Me and You" by Kenny Chesney, and Nickelback's "Savin' Me." It's kind of like a love song that morphs into a story of abuse that ends with a cry for salvation. Yeah... I love this.

Time for bed. You won't see another post for maybe two weeks, so here's to life, liberty, and lots of Starbucks.

AdiĆ³s, chicos.

Abbs<3

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I await your post about how a certain teacher, in the 8th grade (perhaps), taught you to be an independent thinker and to embrace your genious.