"round here, something radiates.... Round here, we all look the same." Round Here, Counting Crows
15 Sep 1998
"There are those people that you just can't deal with. Then there are those people with qualities that might not be the greatest, but you love them anyways. Those ones we call friends."
Love: Volleyball, summer, water, food, friends, famiy, sun, rain, snow, thunderstorms, road trips, track and field, fall, winter, spring, school, weekends, God, music, trombone, trumpet, piano, guitar, art, language, how blue the sky is in October....
Hate: Sweat, breakups, dry throats, hospitals, nursing homes, sore joints, fighting people, scary movies, jokes that were funny the first time but definetely not funny the hundred and twenty first...
High school. Coming up fast. The way the school makes education sound: "If you don't give your 110%, if you don't go to college, and if you don't take every single AP class, you're going to be begging on the streets in New York and living in a box and unable to pay the morgage if you don't take these classes NOW NOW NOW..."
The way my mom makes education sound: "Honey, if you don't know where you want to go or what you want to be, that's fine. Look at everyone in the family with a master's degree collecting dust in a basement! They never put them to use." I love my mom.
There's nothing like the smell of Dad's burning coffe in the morning. I love it. Reminds me of everything that I loved about being six.