I'm beginning to see a trend in the events of my life. They never seem to turn out the way pop culture would like them to. For example, my 16th birthday, instead of at a spectacular Sweet 16 party or even a movie night with friends, was spent with my immediate family plus Grandpa Jack at Macaroni Grill with a bit of Cold Stone to follow. I never went to my high school's prom (ok, so I went to both Liberty's and Centennial's, but never made it to Shafter's) and I spent almost every night of senior year behind the counter scooping ice cream at Cold Stone. I went away to a school my parents picked for me and I didn't attend my first college "party" until early in my sophomore year. I learned quickly that that scene wasn't for me and entered a long-distance relationship that kept me locked up in my room either on the phone or crying about not being on the phone for most of my 19th year. I say all this now, and I know it sounds like I'm complaining, but I'm really not, to emphasize my most recent spring break. I didn't have the tropical vacation or the crazy nights away from school, although it doesn't look like many of my friends did either. I went to Fullerton to see some old friends but ran into some drama that was unexpected and a little hurtful. I also visited a new friend while I was there, and that, though certainly the highlight of my trip, didn't pan out the way I'd expected it to either. I came home early and slept most of the time. I watched a lot of The Office and tried to bond with Abby, the new puppy that I've hated since the day I had to wash my new sheets three times because she "just got excited" and peed all over them.
I don't know why I'm writing this sad blog full of melancholy complaints. I'm not unhappy about anything... well except not being able to afford that apartment with Kim for next year. That kinda makes me sad. Other than that, I'm doing ok. I just didn't want to go to sleep yet and thought I'd write something. I apologize for the monotonous whining that this quickly became. So yeah...
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i wouldn't really call it "complaining" or "whining"...i would say it leans more towards "insight" and when one finds insight, they feel the desire to share it! oh, and skinny jeans and bangs are hot. i bet they look even better on you in person too!
why didn't you call me?
"Today is when your book begins, the rest is still unwritten."
Thanks again for the phone call the other day. Very appreciated!
I understand what you mean Lesley. A lot of my life has been kinda counter-cultural as well. I spent my whole senior year at Coldstone as well. I sipped my first taste of alcohol at age 19, far later than most people in today's society. I didn't even have a real relationship until I was 21 years old.
And yet, there's comfort in that. It's good to know that we're not conformed to the ways of the world. We blaze our own trails and set our own standards. THAT is the way life should be lived.
In my opinion, you are simply doing things right. :)
hey, you have the same background as me! sweet! you should add me as a friend. i'll try to do the same (i'm not sure i remember how to do it...)
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