Sleepy

Sometimes life just feels so long. Okay, maybe that was a stupid statement, but  you get what I mean, right? Every minute of our lives is planned out exactly. We have three minute breaks between classes and then have to shut up and take notes. After school there are spots which monopolize our free time. We come home. Do as much home work as can fit before it's too late. Shower. Sleep. And then it starts all over. Am I that crazy for wanting to look at tomorrow and realize I can do whatever I want? I'm sick of having to know exactly what my life will entail down to the minute for the next month. All I want for Christmas is freedom. Okay, I'm done ranting.

Suprise

Don't you just hate it when you're trying to do something super nice for someone and they just won't play along? Like a surprise party for example. This weekend I attempted to help my friend celebrate his eighteenth, but rather than acting surprised, he just seemed bored. Okay, I get that he knew I was gonna try to throw a party, but seriously, at least pity me and the effort I sunk into hunting down people and balloons. But that's life for ya.

Pictures

I always think it's interesting to look back at old pictures. As much as you might despise the minor inconveniance of posing for a camera, in the long run it pays off. Years to come, all of those friends are gone and the only memory left of that friendship is in a photograph. It's fun to realize how young you looked a few years ago, or how your hair looked so tacky. So when my friends hide from my camera, I hope they know I'm not taking the pictures to embaress them on facebook, but to remind me of our friendship once it's gone.

Barbed wire

Do you ever have those really horrible days where nothing goes right and you're just exausted and can't deal with it any more? Then people start commenting on your mood, and how tired you seem, and you have to resist the erge to snap at them. I always like to tell myself tomorrow will be better, but it sucks when you already know it won't be. Things just get worse and worse, and suddenly it's not a math grade that's worrying you, but the mandatory court date during the last practice before cheer state because of something that you didn't know was freaking illegal.

This place

I'm happy with my life
Content with where it is
Living by each night
Trying to take risks

Giddy in this new world
Playing with unknown
But even as I lay here
Part of me longs for home

And so I'm forced to wonder
If this is all there is
Spending my days searching
For a better way to live

Corn Festival

This weekend I'm going to a tiny, hardly existant town know as Haxton to celebrate the corn festival. Haxton is practically three hours away, and has fewer citizens than ours school does students. Most of the inhabitants are senior citizens, and though it sounds cruel, Haxton is truely a dying town. Every year at the start of fall, everyone gathers on the short little strip of "main street" for an hour long parade show casing the tractors and horses of the locals. Some people find it unceasingly interesting. I find it a bit boring. Anyways, the corn fest is always something to remember.

Predictable

There are certain days when I don't like people and today happens to be one of them. I'm going to make this post short and sweet, because if I don't it will never end. People are stupid and predictable. If you really take the time to look at things you will realize that there have rarely been times that you've been totally blind sided. Most of us know roughly what's going to happen. We just ignore it, and pretend the thought never crossed our mind and push it away until that dusty thought becomes reality. Why do we do this? Because we like to think people are better than they are, and they would never possibly do such horrible things to a friend. But that's where your wrong. They would. And so would you. Okay, sorry that's a bit depressing for creative writting but it's what's on my mind.