No sabes nada.
Como.
¿Cómo? ¿Cómo digas a tus mejores amigas que no quieres sentarte con ellas? ¿Cómo les digas que no quieres pasar unos de los días más importantes de su vida escolar con ellas? ¿Que no quieres estar con la gente que siempre estaban allí por ti durante tu experiencia de escuela? ¿Que cuando estés con ellas, no te sientes así tú eres…. tú. Porque, eres diferente cuando estás con ellos. Cuando pases tiempo con ellos, te sientes mal. También, ¿cómo digas a ellas que vas a sentarte con sus enemigos. Con las chicas que les gustan menos. Mi vida es… confundida (a mejor), ahora. Y no sé hablar español. Voy a fallar el examen.
Necesito escapar. Necesito encontrar una dirección nueva con mi vida. Necesito… ayudar.
También, necesito escribir un ensayo por clase, no por mi diversión. Español es… difícil.
Si puedas leer este…. Dios sálvame.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Look at the Stars...
Last night I attended the Coldplay concert, and I would just like to say it was probably the most amazing show I've ever seen. I am no exactly the biggest Coldplay fan- I like them, but they are rather mellow, and usually I need rockin', upbeat music- but last night was AMAZING. The lights were completely insane, the music was inspiring, and no one can complain about a bunch of Britich men singing... ever. It inspired me in a way I haven't been inspired in in forever. That sentance was the worst jumble of the same five words ever. Yet it makes sense to me, and that's what counts.
Clearly I haven't been inspired much recently... at all. Not since the New Year, really. I haven't been motivated to do anything. I can't tell if it's Senioritis or what, but it's annoying as hell. I feel so slovenly, so useless, in my current state.
And if one more person says the word "prom" to me, I will explode. So please don't. I do not know who I'm taking. I don't even know if I'll go at this point. No, that's a lie, I know I'll go. I just don't want to think about it. Maybe I'll auction my date off on eBay or something. Naw, I'd get some creepy old man to go with me if that happened. Oh, well. C'est la vie. Or however that French shit goes.
(French phrase of the day: est ici- is here)
Clearly I haven't been inspired much recently... at all. Not since the New Year, really. I haven't been motivated to do anything. I can't tell if it's Senioritis or what, but it's annoying as hell. I feel so slovenly, so useless, in my current state.
And if one more person says the word "prom" to me, I will explode. So please don't. I do not know who I'm taking. I don't even know if I'll go at this point. No, that's a lie, I know I'll go. I just don't want to think about it. Maybe I'll auction my date off on eBay or something. Naw, I'd get some creepy old man to go with me if that happened. Oh, well. C'est la vie. Or however that French shit goes.
(French phrase of the day: est ici- is here)