Okay anyone who has taken IB or AP or honors (okay anyone whose been a senior really) knows how important it is to actually study for your exams. For some weird reason I just can't seem to buckle down and do it. I'll spend about thirty minutes going over information before I get completely stressed out and cave to the temptation known as the internet.
I really need to stud though so bye-bye. post again soon.
MY life is random so this blog is random. My life is sporadic therefore my post are as well. Read it if you want comment if you want.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Coffee Shop
I love my friends. Sitting in Dunkin Doughnuts with Als trying to study, but it became a vent session. Letting of some steam is just as important sometimes :). Two weeks til D-Day. Fingers crossed and prayers sent. Hoping that my exams go well.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Moments
You know that moment in which everything hits you again Well that what happened to me after a great night a letter m mom received brought me back to earth. It was from the lawyers talking about my dad's trail. My father hadn't done anything wrong. It was an accident that killed my father, but that does not mean this company should not be held responsible. I wanted them to admit this was a mistake. Admit that they made me lose one of life's most precious treasures, but they won't. Instead there is only a lawyer asking me question to prove I haven't lost anything. Let me tell you what I've lost.
I lost that moment in which you discover that despite being a teenager your daddy's little girl. I missed that moment when you tell your first boyfriend he has to meet your dad. I missed telling my dad about this great guys, and knowing that even as I'm raving about him my dad won't think he's good enough. I missed talking about book over breakfast everyday. I missed learning the recipe to the chili that could fix the worst day. I missed the first driving lessons. I missed the first time you break curfew, or dyed you hair.
I have lost that moment in which everything in the world is prefect. I lost that feeling only a dad can give. I lost a bit of me, that no one can give back.
I want we sorry. I want them to acknowledge that something was lost. Something so special and unique that it help create four extremely unique individuals Someone who has touched countless lives was taken, and that was a great loss to everyone, because we are all interlinked. That one person could be the saving grace of countless others.
I lost that moment in which you discover that despite being a teenager your daddy's little girl. I missed that moment when you tell your first boyfriend he has to meet your dad. I missed telling my dad about this great guys, and knowing that even as I'm raving about him my dad won't think he's good enough. I missed talking about book over breakfast everyday. I missed learning the recipe to the chili that could fix the worst day. I missed the first driving lessons. I missed the first time you break curfew, or dyed you hair.
I have lost that moment in which everything in the world is prefect. I lost that feeling only a dad can give. I lost a bit of me, that no one can give back.
I want we sorry. I want them to acknowledge that something was lost. Something so special and unique that it help create four extremely unique individuals Someone who has touched countless lives was taken, and that was a great loss to everyone, because we are all interlinked. That one person could be the saving grace of countless others.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Back
I'm back been busy, but now I'm back. So update on my life. Guy I liked for the past two years? Dating my friend. Started after I left for vacation with my family last summer. Other guy I liked still in a happy relationship. Books I was writing New- 2/3 done, Never Say Never- not even near middle, Servant Girl- 3 chapters, One poem book down, 5 songs written, and I started a short story which will be finished by month's end.
Funny thing is I never considered myself a writer. Check out my story and see what you think.
Funny thing is I never considered myself a writer. Check out my story and see what you think.
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