Nicole Lynch (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nikitareeta) wrote,@ 2006-04-16 12:43:00 |
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Bryan's:
The Cars, Journey, Margaritas, forty-fists, Sophie and Mirek, Jj and Emily, Hooka, ping pong, dancing, kissing, lauren, sophie, emily, andrea, and jen. writing on bodies with sharpie, jake in his sweater.
When my kids ask me what high school was like, and I try to recollect with the dim light of elapsed time, what will stand out (made barely visible, and its image a little mishapen and blurry because of retrospection's idealism) are nights like these, like st. patrick's day's dance party, too.
You must pay for everything. I'm paying for last night- nausea, headaches, my thighs are sore from dancing, my lips are red from kissing...and I'm at work. These are my grievances: obnoxious commercials, towels that smell like cooter, flickering florescent lights, fruit flies, hamburger grease, bleach that smells like cum, and the sour film on my teeth.
But I'm not complaining. It could be worse, we could have customers. There is a lot to be grateful for. I'm not going to worry about next year anymore. And now is the time to appreciate the friends in your life, especially those that you can probably guarentee won't be there much longer.
Who's going to U of O?
Who wants to start a garden? (Did I mention that they don't let you have toasters or microwaves in the dorms and that your meal plan only covers pop tarts and other processed foods)?
My grandfather is being confirmed catholic today. He married a catholic woman a decade or two ago and he has always stayed home on sundays when she went to church. so why? I should ask him today. It is a funny situation: they married and had three kids. The oldest is younger than me. My grandfather has had two generations of kids! That's so many: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!
I want to thank the hopeful people. the people that think they can change things they don't like in the world (or at la salle) rather than complaining about it everyday and doing nothing about it. I want everyone to stop complaining. Common. It's not that bad. Besides, how are you going to be happy when you are thinking so negatively, and infesting everyone else with that negativity?
The Cars, Journey, Margaritas, forty-fists, Sophie and Mirek, Jj and Emily, Hooka, ping pong, dancing, kissing, lauren, sophie, emily, andrea, and jen. writing on bodies with sharpie, jake in his sweater.
When my kids ask me what high school was like, and I try to recollect with the dim light of elapsed time, what will stand out (made barely visible, and its image a little mishapen and blurry because of retrospection's idealism) are nights like these, like st. patrick's day's dance party, too.
You must pay for everything. I'm paying for last night- nausea, headaches, my thighs are sore from dancing, my lips are red from kissing...and I'm at work. These are my grievances: obnoxious commercials, towels that smell like cooter, flickering florescent lights, fruit flies, hamburger grease, bleach that smells like cum, and the sour film on my teeth.
But I'm not complaining. It could be worse, we could have customers. There is a lot to be grateful for. I'm not going to worry about next year anymore. And now is the time to appreciate the friends in your life, especially those that you can probably guarentee won't be there much longer.
Who's going to U of O?
Who wants to start a garden? (Did I mention that they don't let you have toasters or microwaves in the dorms and that your meal plan only covers pop tarts and other processed foods)?
My grandfather is being confirmed catholic today. He married a catholic woman a decade or two ago and he has always stayed home on sundays when she went to church. so why? I should ask him today. It is a funny situation: they married and had three kids. The oldest is younger than me. My grandfather has had two generations of kids! That's so many: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!
I want to thank the hopeful people. the people that think they can change things they don't like in the world (or at la salle) rather than complaining about it everyday and doing nothing about it. I want everyone to stop complaining. Common. It's not that bad. Besides, how are you going to be happy when you are thinking so negatively, and infesting everyone else with that negativity?
