Pain

I wear shades to hide the pain that he cause me. I say nothing is wrong when people ask me, but in reality I'm depress. Every love and break up song on the radio reminds me of him. I thought he was stronger than this. How can you still have feelings for someone but at the same time can't be with them? We were supposed to celebrate our 3 years anniversity next month. Our 3 years was 10-22-08. Almost every picture that I have is of him. I guess an hour away from each other is a long distance relationship. Bright side, at least we are still best friends.

Goofing Off

Have you ever fallen, but you didn't know what just happen? You ask yourself so many question. When you do fall, you feel no pain; even when you look at your hand or your leg and see a scrape or a cut. So yesterday, I was hanging out with some of my friends. Then all of a sudden, my friend wanted my phone; I didn't want to give it to him. I took off running; he was chasing me. He didn't catch up with me until I slid on the sidewalk. One moment I'm running; the next moment I'm laying down on the sidewalk on my side. I am thinking to myself, "what just happen?"My friend walk over and ask if I was okay. They saw my hand, and one of my friend had a first aid kit. Thank goodness. They help me put medicine, and a band-age on my hand. It isn't a scrape, at least I don't think it is. I mean a little bit of my skin came off. One of my friend look up and saw my eye; I was like "what?" Now my right eye has a scrape underneath of it. I am still trying to figure out how I got two really small scrape on my left hand. I can understand my right hand, and I guess my right eye, because I did slid on my right side.

Stressing Out

Well, recently I have gotten a letter saying I owed so much money for school. They only gave my a week notices. Then they trying saying that they sent home other payments, and I'm not doing anything about it. I have gotten two payment from finicial aid, and the first one they told me not to worry about it. No offense to all you athletes, but I just don't understand how somebody who can play a sport like basketball, football, soccer, etc can get a full-time scholarships. If they don't get a full-time scholarships; it's close to it even when they don't care about school at all. Then there are those people out there who try and want to achieve in school, and get zippola amount of money. The people who achieve in class, and do their work on time, and study get maybe a few grants and loans. People wonder why more and more students are dropping out of school, because they can't afford it. Everyone isn't an athlete. I don't think a person should get a full-time scholarship just because he/she plays a sport.

Random Thoughts

Wow. I'm behind on my blogs. My life has been, well boring these last few days. On Thursday, I spent all night making signs for David Sparrow. He is running for 54th State Representative. On Friday night , I went out for pizza in Danville with some friends then we went to the park. I'm stressing out about all the papers I have due. I have a 5 page paper due this Thursday, and I only have a page, but I have all the information. Honestly, there is only so much information about the cello. Let me tell you something, the cello sound excellent, but it is the most boring instrument to research. Except I need two books. I have two research paper, both 7 pages long due at the end of the semester. I probably should start on those.

Drama in a small town

High school drama in college. I mean honestly, are we in high school or are we adult in college? We are old enough to live on our own; however, we still have drama. I thought when I graduated from high school, I left the drama, rumors, and gossip all behind. I honestly can't stand drama, but I always find myself getting into it. I just wish people would mind their own business, but I guess this is the down side of living in a small town. Everybody knows every body's business; even if it's just rumors. People spread rumors, and gossip about different people just because; even if they don't even know the person.

FEARS

Many people have a fear that they can not explain. For some unexplained reason I have always been terrified of haunted places; fake or real. I refused to go in a grave yard at night time. I love watching scary movies even though I know I'm going to scream my head off. Last year at Six flags during the October Fest I paid to go through a haunted house. Why? I have no idea. There was the actual exit at the end, and there were emergency exits through out. I made it to the second emergency exit. In Louisville, I live about 10 minutes away from Waverly Hills, yet I never been there, and don't plan on it. I never even been to the gate or outside of it. I only saw it while riding down Dixie Hwy. I don't see the point of me paying at least $50 for me to get scare out of my skin; while I can do that for free. In addition, I also can't stand walking in the woods at night.

Me and Nathan

Three years ago, was my first time in marching band. During band camp I met an amazing guy with a mohawk and I didn't know his name. I didn't even talk to him. As the season went on we started talking more; everybody could tell that he liked me, but the only problem was that he had a girlfriend. He broke up with her, and my boyfriend at the time broke up with me. It was championships, and the whole band had to go to WKU even though we didn't make finals. On the way there we sat together and everybody kept asking if we went out. As we walked down the sidewalk to the stadium, he asked me out with some help from this other guy in the band. We started dating on Oct. 22, 2005 and are still going strong to this day. He is a year younger than me so he is a senior at Butler Trad. High School. Some people think he is older than me. One time we went to go see a PG13 movie, and they asked him how old I was even though I'm older. He doesn't have his mohawk any more, thank goodness. He does have really cruly hair until he shaves his head. He plays saxphone, but now he is the drum major and I used to be in the Color Guard section.