Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Thinking Underage...

Could this week get any better?...
Note: Rhetorical Question.

I broke the "B" streak in English drumroll please..."A-". That's right, I got an A-. It's incredible, I thought I was destined for a life of "B" essays, but alas I broke that pattern, let's hope this won't be the only time...

You got me crossing everyline...you've got me, just in time......just in time...

Does it get any better than this?

If it does, then wow. Wow. There is a special someone comming this weekend. Now--special someone normally notes that special person of the opposite sex (or same sex--if you swing that way), but for me, that special someone is someone I consider one of my best friends...I wonder if she knows that...

Then you walked in, oh my, what a sight--all eyes on you...
Ooooooo, don't you know, I have never seen anything like you before...

Back to my story. Because this special person is comming up here to visit me, I in return feel special because she's taking time out of her life to come here. So it's just a good feeling cycle. So add that to the reasons for my amazing week--it's got to count for more than one reason because it just rocks.

Damn that smile girl, I got to meet yah...

Sidenote: I personally do not swing that way, I am merely enjoying the lyrics to a song that happen to apply to a completely straight love I have for a friend. Completely...partially? Okay, maybe it's not all the straight kind of love. Haha, just kidding...or am I? *raises eyebrow*

I don't want to jinx it, but this could be the best week I've had in a long while.

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