2003-12-26 - 9:26 p.m.
thursday
christmas was unexpectedly lovely, lovely. it didnt snow but im ok with that since winter is evil. wed be so much happier if it was always fall and all guys wore their hair long....ahh. thatd be the day. then maybe thered be world peace and richard simmons would stop doing info-mercials....
but i digress...
anyway i just got back from the mall to whcih i went with terry, jocelyn, and jessi. but there were many more people there like jess and cheryl and katie and jordan and april and katie. many people i felt very special having everyone run up to me all "HEEEEY" i didnt feel very special, however when katie d. came up and was all "hey bitch". but anyway we looked around, saw people, bought stuff. and then it was time to say goodbye since jessis mom didnt want us to be locked in the mall.
i read this book you should all read called "go ask alice" its a true, anonomus diary about a girl who got into drugs. everyone should check it out since we all need to know what its like. it kinda makes you wonder whos really stoned and what not. it makes me so angry.
im very excited that on the 2nd im going to a paaaaarty at liz's and on the 1st ive heard word theres on at cheryls. hopefully we can play some loud weezer and drink sparkling red grape juice since we're so sophistcated now. its just....at times like these i sometimes wish i had a boyfriend. or a boy, whose a friend, who would kiss me at the stroke of midnight. (dont i sould cliche?) but truly you know; 10..good bye 2003...5...wont miss you...4...hey theres always next year...3...who am i kinding?...2...i guess itll be the same this year...1...happy new year.....
not that it will be that way. im going somewhere. ive never been to a new years party before. ive got my friends and its awsome that way. sometimes i just want a guy. but then i think how i couldnt find the right one if id tried. i havent found anyone that id want to have that kind of a thing going on with....ahh the trials and tribulations of highschool...the one and only.
thursday
if i could, i'd tie thursday
in ribbons
and keep it with me
so when monday comes
id know it would be ok.
if thursday was a canvas
i'd paint it the colour
of the first morning clouds
or the peaceful blue
of a private caldera.
if thursday were a boy
i'd want him to hold me tight,
so i could never fall away.
yet thursday is just a day.
just another day intertwined
with all the rest.
but to me its my oasis
like someone saying 'its ok'.
and thursday, is the feeling
of freedom and infacy
because thursday,
unlike the rest,
is the only thing
that makes us sane.
