First Entry
It's August thirtieth, 2010. It just turned August thirtieth nine minutes ago. Nothing has happened today. Not yet. So, I'll tell you about yesterday and all the days before that.
Life has gone like expected for a girl my age, sixteen that is. I was born, raised and I probably will die here, on the Long Beach Peninsula. But that's not to say that I don't have plans for life. I want to graduate high school, join the Peace Corps, Movie to Portland, get married, have kids, find a nice duplex in Winnipeg, Canada and just live. I don't plan to change the world or to become a famous super model. Just live.
My parents were married for 17 years before everything rapidly fell to pieces leaving all involved parties with a broken heart. Well, not exactly true. I don't really care. I always new it was gonna happen, even when I was a little kid. Things weren't bad though. They didn't fight all the time or anything like that. I just always knew. I guess knowing, I always saw it more as a blessing then a curse. I was prepared; unlike my sister who completely played into the facade that their marriage was. But life goes on. You live, you learn. Okay, okay, scratch that last sentence. This is getting way to cliche for me. Moving on.
I'll be a junior in High School very soon. I suppose I need to get my act together and actually start working to my full potential. I alway want to at the beginning of the year but I guess I just get lazy. I'd rather hang out with my friends or watch a good movie, anything but what I'm supposed be doing. Then again, I guess that's what makes me a normal teenager.
I want to be different. I feel like I am different, like what I show everyone else, isn't the real me. But at the same time I feel like I'm trying. Trying to be myself. Like what other people see is only one little part of me. And then the other part of me, the biggest part of me, just wants to fit in. Once again, I have proven the fact that I am just another teenage girl.
Nothing big in my life has really happened, well nothing I feel is worth mentioning that is. There's been the occasional boy, a few heartbreaks a a shit load of laughs. That's what counts, right? The good times, and not the bad? I don't know. I think that's bull shit. How you gonna learn if the bad times don't count, eh?
You know what I think what's worth mentioning? How the bad times always seem to last longer then the good ones. How falling in love, for example, only seems to take a moment, but falling out, well, that's the process that seems to never end.
It's August thirtieth, 2010. It just turned August thirtieth nine minutes ago. Nothing has happened today. Not yet. So, I'll tell you about yesterday and all the days before that.
Life has gone like expected for a girl my age, sixteen that is. I was born, raised and I probably will die here, on the Long Beach Peninsula. But that's not to say that I don't have plans for life. I want to graduate high school, join the Peace Corps, Movie to Portland, get married, have kids, find a nice duplex in Winnipeg, Canada and just live. I don't plan to change the world or to become a famous super model. Just live.
My parents were married for 17 years before everything rapidly fell to pieces leaving all involved parties with a broken heart. Well, not exactly true. I don't really care. I always new it was gonna happen, even when I was a little kid. Things weren't bad though. They didn't fight all the time or anything like that. I just always knew. I guess knowing, I always saw it more as a blessing then a curse. I was prepared; unlike my sister who completely played into the facade that their marriage was. But life goes on. You live, you learn. Okay, okay, scratch that last sentence. This is getting way to cliche for me. Moving on.
I'll be a junior in High School very soon. I suppose I need to get my act together and actually start working to my full potential. I alway want to at the beginning of the year but I guess I just get lazy. I'd rather hang out with my friends or watch a good movie, anything but what I'm supposed be doing. Then again, I guess that's what makes me a normal teenager.
I want to be different. I feel like I am different, like what I show everyone else, isn't the real me. But at the same time I feel like I'm trying. Trying to be myself. Like what other people see is only one little part of me. And then the other part of me, the biggest part of me, just wants to fit in. Once again, I have proven the fact that I am just another teenage girl.
Nothing big in my life has really happened, well nothing I feel is worth mentioning that is. There's been the occasional boy, a few heartbreaks a a shit load of laughs. That's what counts, right? The good times, and not the bad? I don't know. I think that's bull shit. How you gonna learn if the bad times don't count, eh?
You know what I think what's worth mentioning? How the bad times always seem to last longer then the good ones. How falling in love, for example, only seems to take a moment, but falling out, well, that's the process that seems to never end.
