I don't know how I feel. Sometimes I wish you'd be steady so I'd know what to feel. But for now, hi, I like you.
I'm not very excited about this whole religious retreat thing. Especially the whole "no cellphone/ipod" deal. I don't know how I feel about being in a room with 6 other girls. I'm sure it'll be fun.... If we have to wake up early in the morning they've got something coming. I REFUSE to wake up early. Arn't retreats suppose to be relaxing?
I don't understand parents. If I'm willing to be honest, give up all my bad habits and do well in school and work, then why is it a problem if i were to go over to a friends house? If I'm being honest about where I am and what I'm doing then I dont understand why parents need to be so controlling and unreasonable. You need to give one space to grow and become their own person. If you limit them and limit them then they're going to go off without you knowing. So wouldn't you rather know, trust and allow instead of being lied to? Think about that. You're setting yourself up to be lied to.
I want to drive a yellow jeep along a long deserted road by the beach. I want to sing so loud that people in China can hear me. Like sing really angry impowering music. FEEL MY WRATH LAALALALALAALA!!!
Spongebob Squarepants is a queer. Hate the show so so so so much. Why must my younger sibling watch this crap and expose me to it. UGH! He reminds me of a little asian man.
I feel like singing and braking things and then leaving my house with a very dramatic slam of the door. It would be like a music video, except im wearing a curling sweater and pajama bottoms. White trash much?
Still waiting for a reply from my mother. Frustrating, I don't think it's that difficult of a thing to think about or ask for. Going to google Uranus now.. great..
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