Sillygurl-amberlina

Hope, Love, Faith
2004-05-05 01:46:51 (UTC)

That smell.

That smell. Most people hate that smell. I've come to
love it. The smell of socks, sweat, feet, and girls.
It's a smell that I've started to recognize as
the "colorguard smell." I'm sure that other locker rooms
or whatever have that smell too. But, to me, it's the
smell of colorguard. I love it. I smelled it today. I
got excited. It meant that colorguard was starting
again. I tried out today. We haven't gotten the results
yet. That comes tomorrow. Cross your fingers.

I got the answers to the questions about him. Kind of.
I'm still a little confused in some ways but, I'm happy
with the answers I got. I'm okay. Really. Things aren't
what I thought they were I guess.
But, then again, we could both be lying and they could be
the way I thought they were. Hm.


I called you last night. You changed my mood a little.
It made me feel good to talk to you. You made me laugh
when I was crying. You answered my questions without
hesitation. You complimented me when I needed it. You
cared. That was nice. I feel bad about always calling
you when I'm upset or have problems.
Your twin actually pointed that out to me. I talk to you
alot. But, the only time I call you is when I'm upset or
have a problem. He put it like this "so you always run to
him when you're crying?" It kind of hit me then. I guess
I do. Is it okay? I mean, I talk to you other times, but
on the phone it's usually when I have a problem. I'm
sorry. I still think about you every day. I still dream
about you every night. I still consider you my soul
mate. Still.


Seven days and seven nights of thunder,
The water's rising and I'm slipping under.
I think I fell in love with the eighth world wonder.

(Love that song.)




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