Thursday, September 3, 2009

Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades

I'm sitting in Desktop Publishing class, with nothing left to do.
I'm ahead of the class, since I've used Publisher many many times. So I've finished all my projects, and I'm sitting next to Ryan and listening to Brand New. He's watching me type.

Anyhow...

Trying to pass the time until tomorrow. I miss him so much.
I can't wait for the weekend, it's going to be amazing.
All this time apart, with the (SNEEZE) school and stuff has made us both kind of on edge. We both need time to relax together.

...I haven't gone a single day without crying.



I love you so much that it hurts my head.

My guitar seems to be "fixed" now. It was buzzing too much when I played. Maybe it was just because of me taking it from the basement to my room over and over again. It's now in my basement, waiting for my return like a loyal pet.
I can't get enough of the D'Addario's. They sound great.

"Ohhhh we're so c-c-c-c-c-controversial"
-Brand New: "Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't"

:sigh:

Oh wait. Okay I just remembered something that's going to make my day a whole lot better.
I packed leftover stuffing for lunch. Mmmm.

I have AP Government next. Which is kind of lame. The class is kind of boring. It's like, basically a more in-depth version of all the other History classes I've ever had. We're learning about the Constitution. Again. The only thing that makes it interesting is when I talk to my friend HxC Hicks. :p

Oh.
I thought of something that's worthwhile to talk about.

Tuesday night I went to CVS and bought some stickynotes, a pack of gum, and some mascara. Then I walked the usual route past Dave's Auto, down past the old warehouses, and the railroad tracks, and then to my house. But I spent the entire time walking to places we used to go together. I stared at a fire escape for 5 minutes. I took a picture of him there...
It was really sad, and I cried a lot. I saw 23879847 people I knew, just walking around.
That's why I hate it here. Everyone knows everybody.
Can I just be anonymous for once?

Sometimes I just want to disappear...

As long as you come with me.

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