From Sunday Or Something
"This River is Wild" by The Killers
Run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
Don't watch it turn
I shake a little
Sometimes I'm nervous when I talk
I shake a little
Sometimes I hate the line I walk
I just wanna to show you what I know
Catch you when the current
Lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself?
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
Because this river is wild
August 9, 2015 Sunday 10:08 PM
I do not feel like writing a real entry today. I'm mildly angry and I could write about that, but it's so agitating, especially since I can't do anything about it. I'm a sixteen year old girl. I have no way to escape it. I'm stuck in the way things are and yes, I know how I would change it and I will write about it in the future, but for now... Naw.
(For future self: what you're referring to in the above paragraph mostly has to do with your cynicism when it comes to education and the way other things in the world work)
August 10, 2015 Monday 11:33 AM
Okay so I was going to write yesterday but my cousins came and I haven't had much time to myself.
Last night, Des literally spent more than an hour talking about the Warrior Cat series and all the Warrior Cat family trees.... An hour. An hour of straight talking. She talks. So much.
The nice thing was that she looked really excited and happy and she's just a cutie. I love her. I wish she lived around here. Even if it meant hours and hours of talking about damn cats, it'd be nice. I'd hang out with her all the time.
Cal, I haven't seen much of. I said good morning to him and that was the extent of it.
THINGS ABOUT ME:
-I like stuff. My room is filled with stuff. Mostly pictures and posters and art, tacked to the walls. I have a poster of a painting by Maurice... Pledger? Can't remember the last name. Also, a moon calendar from 2014... I need a new one.
An X-men poster. Why, I don't know. A map of the United States, a home-made collage from middle school titled "Friends For Now" (my sister always thought that was a little dark for a 13 year old, haha, but I was just very aware of how temporary relationships are. In other words, I was very much a negative, jaded gal), and a cloth titled Zion National Park with a bunch of stars on it.
I don't know if I've actually been there. Pretty sure the cloth actually belongs to Ethan but oh well.
In between all those things, I have a million pictures of myself at different points in my life, crappy art, art by my friends, pictures of my friends, cut-outs from magazines, bracelets, necklaces, a ukulele, etc. In any available space left after all THAT, I tend to draw with chalk. Or write. I have a Kurt Vonnegut quote in chalk on one of my walls.
"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."
I have too many books and jars stuffed with pencils. Also, a lot of candles and baskets filled with things I'll never look at.
Next to my loft bed, on a little table, is an open, face-down copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. My least favorite of all the books. I haven't touched it in ages, but sometimes, when I want to read something but I don't feel like thinking, I pick it up and start wherever I left off.
Oh! My small dresser has a bunch of paper cranes on it. They're the only thing I know how to fold.
I have a Ravenclaw hat lying on a little ottoman thingy. I always wished I was a Ravenclaw, haha.
On my shelves, I have a bunch of differently designed glass bottles from fancy sodas I've drunk while on vacation in different places.
They're not actually that fancy, but the labels are unique. I like glass bottles a lot.
I also have a miniature red telephone booth from London (I went there as a child, I'm lucky) which used to be a sharpener, and a double decker bus (also from London) that once had the same purpose. And also a trolley from San Francisco.
There are lots of sea shells around my room. I just got a new one yesterday from my sister and I like it a lot :)
I love the ocean. I'm terrified of the ocean.
Later. I'm worried someone will come look for me.