"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

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Houston, Tenemos Un Problema.

We have a serious problem.

I have five days of no school.

Tomorrow is the only one of those days I won't be working or family-ing.

And I actually have plans.

Plans? What are those? Fun? What is that?

I haven't had freedom in so long, I've forgotten what it feels like. And that's a serious problem.

The cure? Tomorrow. Thank god.
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