Back from camp
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Everything/anything
Once again I am home. I am happy to be here, but home comes with all kinds of expectations and standards. Expectations and standards that are almost always overwhelming and time-consuming.  They are my life.  And most of the time I fall very short of performing at a decent level. I like being away from home, but I also dislike the way I am always required to help out. It's exhausting. I am only 18, not 24 or a mother. 

Random jibberish
My heart is growing old
No one ever understands my cry
Each tear falls down a infinite waterfall
Walking down a path with strangers hoping for me
 to fail that way their own  mistakes stay beyond sight
Lives fall and dreams are torn, but we still are here
Talking to imaginary friends because they are the loyal ones

Daniel Powter -Bad Day

LM
Topic: LM
I would write you over a hundred songs
No need for you to worry
My loyalty will not find another
These words do have meaning
Someday you might see that my integrity stands

My dedication my seem invisible, but it’s free
Standing in these footprints you made in the dirt
It seems silly to others, nevertheless I know different; (wait three seconds) you were here
(Sigh)

Being a passenger in a van never was so intriguing
Sitting here next to you was like seeing my favorite fairytale unfold

Here he comes the knight to offer his service
His curly dark hair and enchanting dark eyes
I am doing my best not to be captured and yet I desire to be
I think it was your dark brown eyes or maybe the way you said my name


You may never know what I hide in this mind of mine when in your presence
Nevertheless beauty surrounds your soul and a wildness that has found no control
People tell me it’s useless and may be that is reality, but I find myself falling for your eyes again
Something about the way they speak mystifies me

This thought has found it’s home
Passion has discovered a permanent client
No returns
Your intentions are still unknown

My heart is growing old
No one ever understands my cry
Each tear falls down a infinite waterfall
Walking down a path with strangers hoping for me
 to fail that way their own  mistakes stay beyond sight
Lives fall and dreams are torn, but we still are here
Talking to imaginary friends because they are the loyal ones

Daniel Powter -Bad Day

Hang out blog time
Mood:  a-ok
Yesterday (July 22nd 2010, Wednesday) I hung out with Ty Zoo. I was so excited! I was also really nervous and scared. I was afraid I would not know what to say or do. Part of the time it was like that, but for the most part I was fine. He talks a lot. I kept on messing up when I talked. lol I tend to do that with friends... I still liked him (as more than a friend yesterday.) But then I realized he's not really my type. We hung out for about 5 hours. It was fun. I have never hung out with him before. I don't know if I want to hang out with him again, though. We are quite different. I was hoping that he was more interesting. Apparently not so much. He's a lot like the rest of the guys I know - obsessed with pot, alcohol, chew, cigarettes and video games. Not that liking video games is bad or wrong, but I like people who are less predictable and more interesting than that. I miss him and yet I miss the "person" I thought he was. He seems much different from the guy I went to school with. I don't  know what my revised opinion of him is yet. I have yet to come up with a way to sum him up. I will probably write more on this topic later. Who knows how much later, although. :) Hmm?