trapeze

time to take a break from today.

started off wonderfully, laughter throughout my whole house.

heard the song of my teapot, filled my cup and left.

my steering wheel is always so cold.

school is always the same. I see the same people, hug the same people, think of the same things.

I'm sick of drawing with charcoal. I don't want to shade with my eraser. I'm a little sick of it. 7 days of it is too much.

My huge huge project is turned in and my professor let us leave 45 minutes early so naturally, I went to get coffee. I made friends with the guy at the window and we shared the same taste in music. I stayed outside the window awhile so he could let me hear his favorite song. I wasn't in a hurry. I got a peppermint mocha. "Tastes just like Christmas" fell out of my mouth and was sucked out of my window that was down. It was nearly 60 degrees today. Doesn't really feel like Christmas, but I'm okay with that.

Took a nice little nappy in my algebra class, then woke up and found fifteen dollars in my backpack. Full of surprises.

I go to dinner with my family at my favorite restaurant - Panera. Afterwards, my sister and I go get coffee at the place around the corner from my house.

Mark? Matt? I never remember his name, and he never remembers mine. I hadn't seen him in at least two weeks. I normally see him between classes at o-trip or when he's making coffee for me. We have good conversation. What's-his-name is really nice, has curly blonde hair, and he's meeting Sarah Palin next Wednesday.

Tomorrow is Wednesday which means my room has to be clean so my house cleaner can clean it... Something I'll never fully understand. Embarrassingly enough, my room is worse than any boy's room I've ever seen. I'm not proud of that by any means. I'm just saying the job I have ahead of me is not going to be an easy one. The majority of the mess is clothes - whether they're dirty or clean, they're all lying on the floor. I can always distinguish which ones are dirty and which ones are clean, but they've all been mixed together. I have to wash them all tomorrow because at 6:00, I'm leaving for my home town. The big city of Westville. I'll be gone for five days and I have no clean clothes. Or do I? It's a little hazy.

This week is Thanksgiving break which means family, friends, good food, and never to be forgotten - the Thanksgiving Parade. I watch it religiously for the first 3 hours of my morning every holiday. My grandma introduced it to me when I was about 6, and every season since, I wake up at 9:00 so I can get my fill.

After Thursday, I spend the next three days with the love of my life, Charlotte Kirk. She's currently at a KISS concert, front row, in California. Having the time of her life, and also meeting Paul Stanley. She paid a WHOLE lot of money to meet the man, but one of her dreams is coming true tonight, so I don't blame her. Ya only have one life to live, right?

Trapeze Swinger

Iron and Wine says it all.

They make everything okay.

I really miss you. I enjoy our random texting sessions, our sarcastic remarks back and forth.

Same old thing. Somethings never change, yet everything changes.

It's changed so much.

Everyone knows it's still there, they still mention it, but I push it aside.

I can't let myself believe any of that because it'll get to me.

I'll base everything off of that belief.

My room still isn't clean.