"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

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Must [Not] Love Dogs

Another season, another stupid dog show for DI fundraising. Today I stood in the rain and watched a bunch of crazy people run their dogs around a course.

Water ran down my coat and onto my jeans, through my hood and down my face, and through all three layers of clothing I was wearing. I have been home for about twenty minutes [after the twenty minute car ride] and my hands are still shaking from the cold.

I don't know how long it will take me to warm up, but it'll be awhile. And I can already feel myself getting sick.

Oh, the joys of DI. If it didn't completely own my life, I wouldn't be willing to do these kinds of things.

Well, maybe I would, I suppose, if it was sunny...
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