Every time I pass by that FOR SALE sign in front of my house I imagine myself tearing it out of the grass and burning it. There are so many memories built into these walls and wooden floors.
“People move all the time,” he said.
“The average American family moves every 4 years,” he said.
“We aren’t going anywhere far,” he said.
But it isn’t about moving.
20 years here and we’re selling my
How am I supposed to feel?
I just want somebody to cut me some slack, that’s all.
I’ve been realizing lately that I really enjoy being 17. I love every last thing about being young and irrational and stupid and brave and I’m in no rush to change that.
iTunes new genius feature will most likely change my life.
I feel you brotha. It’s like a whole new world of opportunity is revealing itself to me.
I wish I were old enough to vote. I get sad thinking about all the people I know who ARE 18+ and aren’t voting. Considering this affects us more than any other demographic, I would think my generation would feel more obliged to do the research and make the choice to vote. I mean why wouldn’t you want to be a part of history being made?
- M: i can hear you so you can talk
- C: i don't know what to say
- M: ok we talk later or just skype a little every day to say you are well
- C: okay i will email you
- M: ok go to bed earlier
- M: have a good evening
- C: you too
- M: take care!say hi to jeje
- M: love you! kiss you!
- C: love you too!
- M: bye
So there’s a cute guy that works at Juicy, a couple stores down from where I work. He comes by on his breaks every once in a while and makes for interesting conversation/ nice eye candy during long shifts. Today he walked in right as we were about to close and this stupid grin spread across my face as soon as I noticed him. Christina and I glanced at each other and broke out into laughter. Despite my attempts at making normal conversation, I couldn’t stop smiling. As I was making his Americano and trying to keep my cool I noticed my hands shaking a little and could feel my ears turning red.
It turns out he had only come in because my coworker had told him to “do him a favor” and go in and order something because “the girls inside think you’re cute.” Uh hi, can I just die next time he comes in?
I gotta admit though, it’s moments like these that make work fun. I’m going to miss having Christina around to keep me company when my feet hurt and I’m sick of packing chocolate boxes.
Oh and not gonna lie, I still hope he comes in again hahah.
The air at PCC is dank with smoke. I have nothing against cigarettes, but I feel like so many people at PCC just do it because they can—like an act of rebellion or reassurance that yes, they are indeed out of high school.
I haven’t met anybody new yet, but I’m beginning to build friendships with old acquaintances and I already have a couple notches on my belt of embarrassing moments. I like most of my teachers and the material I’m learning is interesting for the most part. I’m excited to be learning again, but scared the novelty of being in college will soon wear off and I’ll be left with just this nagging fear of getting stuck here.
The days go by so slowly, but I’m trying my best to savor each moment I have in a classroom.
First day, First Tumble!
I’m unsure how I should feel so for now I’ll just settle with how I do feel.
I feel like I want to freeze time but move forward to the day I get my license and when the leaves start to golden. At the same time I feel like summer passed by way too quickly, but it still hasn’t hit me that I’m starting school already. And I feel like things are changing and I’m trying my best to keep up, but I’m scared I’m growing up too fast.
Surreal is the best way to put it. The longest and shortest day of my life thus far. It didn’t quite feel like the first day of college—more an awkward extension of high school. I’m sure I’ll get used to it soon enough. But for now, I’m just glad there are a few familiar faces around to test the waters with me.