Actually, it was one of those nostalgic weekends.
It wasn't the least bit lonesome, but a little bit lonely. Make sense? Eh, don't worry... I don't understand it either...
I reread retreat letters.
Sometimes I regret not being able to write letters to certain people.
Yesterday, I gave a testimony about how I like to think of myself as a busy person and how my job requires me to relax a little bit. To loosen up and just be a kid again. And frankly, I really don't know why it's so hard for me to do such a thing. I don't understand how I became such a serious person. But at the same time, I'm still young, silly and totally immature.
Someone called me a kiss-ass the other day. Am I? I like to think that I'm in good terms with a lot of my teachers and counselors, but I don't think I got there by sucking up to them. A lot of people seem so insincere now days. So much so that many have mistaken my sincerity for befriending and helping out teachers as a form of sucking up. It seems so ridiculous.
I think it's strange how easily I can write and express myself and how difficult it is for me to write lyrics for a song...
Sadie Hawkins is coming! Knott's Berry Farm, here I come!
Sadie Hawkins dance.. In my khaki pants.. there's nothing better and... OH OH OH!Senior Year is expensive.
2007--in it's entirety--is expensive.
I need to learn how to save and manage my money better.
I went from reminiscing about the past to pondering about the future.
I need sleep. I'm definitely an insomniac.
Would someone teach me how to swallow pills?
Maybe I can go to the doctors and prescribe sleeping pills...
I haven't blogged randomly in a while. This was nice.
It shall be on my "must do again" list.