"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

Monday, September 3, 2007

Ewwww...

School starts tomorrow. How nauseating does that sound? Makes me want to... oh, I don't know what. Something violent, I guess.

But no matter what I do, it will start anyway. As it always does, disgustingly enough. Every year I look back on my summer and I see how much of it I wasted. This year it's even worse, as I consider the fact that it was my last real summer without having to work or apply to colleges.

Goodbye, freedom. Goodbye, sleeping in. Hello, responsibility.

Growing up sure is a pain in the neck. Who really wants to be an adult, anyway? Yes, being a teenager sucks, but being a little kid was awesome. Why can't we all just be little kids? Why? WHY?

Whatever. School is dumb. I love to learn--but I don't really do much of that in school, to be completely honest. Most of the time I'm bored stiff. Yippee.

I won't write much now. I have a whopping 20.5 hours left until the first bell rings. I intend to squander it properly.

Arty's [not in any way happy, and] out.
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