Randomly...
The morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball...
I woke up to such a nice day. I can't believe how green everything is here. Its currently the five minutes of the year that it will be this way. Its so nice I couldn't resist wearing pastels. Which makes me laugh. I tied this yellow scarf in my hair, as a headband. I look like a gypsy. Which is funny. Since I am a gypsy. Sometimes I wish I could speak Romanian. Heritage is a funny thing. The results are interesting. Since I'm Romanian, Welsh, and Lakota Sioux you'd think I'd have turned out dark and mysterious... Yet here I sit fair skinned and blonde (though the blonde isn't real anymore, I've highlighted for so long that I sort of forgot how dark my hair really might be). A Navajo told me over spring break that my face looks Indian, my nose and cheekbones. He apparently thought my hands looked Indian too. I don't quite understand how that works...
I wonder why (why why why why why) she ran away, and I wonder, where she will stay...
I had planned to go to Australia this summer. I wanted to go far enough away from everyone that I couldn't go home at a moment's notice. Its unfortunate that school and finances have prevented that from happening. Sometimes I think that one day they'll look for me, and I'll just be gone. Arwen has just reminded me that you can't take animals to other countries so easily. So let me just say, if my cats ever die *umm, yes I do think they're immortal... shh..* I might be gone within days.
Thank God I'm a country boy... (umm.. girl)
I say "y'all". It takes people by surprise. But I've done it my whole life. The people who are surprised by "y'all" are even more surprised when I've recently visited my relatives and I speak with a charming rural twang. They think that people from Indiana don't speak like Southerners. They don't. They speak like people who live South of Indianapolis. I can't explain it any better than that.
She goes out with other guys...
I was asked recently if I miss high school. I don't. Not ever. I have nightmares that I'm forced to go back there. They terrify me. Its funny, I've been out for four years and the place still makes me feel like the walls are closing in. I can hardly drive past the place. The Ex has finally stopped calling me. Though with the fact that he just graduated and he's probably marrying The Slut any time now, maybe I'll get a personal call to let me know, most likely it'll come slowly through the high school grapevine. When someone tells me that he is, I feel that I'll probably throw up. Yeah, it still hurts, he's the one that made me scared of sex and distrustful of, well, everyone. I can't help wanting him to be unhappy. Sometimes I wonder if he looks back at his actions and is ashamed. One day karma is going to kick his ass.
The morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball...
I woke up to such a nice day. I can't believe how green everything is here. Its currently the five minutes of the year that it will be this way. Its so nice I couldn't resist wearing pastels. Which makes me laugh. I tied this yellow scarf in my hair, as a headband. I look like a gypsy. Which is funny. Since I am a gypsy. Sometimes I wish I could speak Romanian. Heritage is a funny thing. The results are interesting. Since I'm Romanian, Welsh, and Lakota Sioux you'd think I'd have turned out dark and mysterious... Yet here I sit fair skinned and blonde (though the blonde isn't real anymore, I've highlighted for so long that I sort of forgot how dark my hair really might be). A Navajo told me over spring break that my face looks Indian, my nose and cheekbones. He apparently thought my hands looked Indian too. I don't quite understand how that works...
I wonder why (why why why why why) she ran away, and I wonder, where she will stay...
I had planned to go to Australia this summer. I wanted to go far enough away from everyone that I couldn't go home at a moment's notice. Its unfortunate that school and finances have prevented that from happening. Sometimes I think that one day they'll look for me, and I'll just be gone. Arwen has just reminded me that you can't take animals to other countries so easily. So let me just say, if my cats ever die *umm, yes I do think they're immortal... shh..* I might be gone within days.
Thank God I'm a country boy... (umm.. girl)
I say "y'all". It takes people by surprise. But I've done it my whole life. The people who are surprised by "y'all" are even more surprised when I've recently visited my relatives and I speak with a charming rural twang. They think that people from Indiana don't speak like Southerners. They don't. They speak like people who live South of Indianapolis. I can't explain it any better than that.
She goes out with other guys...
I was asked recently if I miss high school. I don't. Not ever. I have nightmares that I'm forced to go back there. They terrify me. Its funny, I've been out for four years and the place still makes me feel like the walls are closing in. I can hardly drive past the place. The Ex has finally stopped calling me. Though with the fact that he just graduated and he's probably marrying The Slut any time now, maybe I'll get a personal call to let me know, most likely it'll come slowly through the high school grapevine. When someone tells me that he is, I feel that I'll probably throw up. Yeah, it still hurts, he's the one that made me scared of sex and distrustful of, well, everyone. I can't help wanting him to be unhappy. Sometimes I wonder if he looks back at his actions and is ashamed. One day karma is going to kick his ass.
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