Something about this picture strikes me as beautiful. It kind of makes me feel like saying, "The only factor becoming scarce in a world of abundance is human attention." I mean look at how adoring everyone is to the man in white. I feel as if he's all they care about. Anyways, just wanted to say how much I liked this picture. :D
I've realized today that my best friend, Melissa, is so lucky. I'm sincerely jealous of her. I can almost feel myself turning green with envy (: Back to the point, I'm so jealous of what she has. She has this one friend named Lee that is always there for her. I dislike him somewhat, but I'm trying to get over his obnoxious corrections and crude remarks. Why I think she's lucky to have him, is because he will console her on any subject, (maybe not boys...because I think he's secretly in love with her) buy her presents that I'd never be able to afford, talk to her about books, and really talk to her about anything personal. I feel like I'm kind of lying to myself about being Melissa's best friend. I call her a lot, I try to talk to her a lot, but I'm always the one talking. I feel like she can't be herself around me anymore, because I'm always judging, always talking, always taking. I really do love being around her, and I know for a fact I bother the hell out of her the majority of the time...but it's out of love. What are best friends without the one annoying friend that is mean to the other friend? I wish things could go back to the way they were when we first met. When we first realized how good of friends we could be.
On a lighter and less depressed note, I've got to write a two page essay by Tuesday, and do a project on the state of Nevada by Wednesday. Pretty sure it will be simple, since my subject for the autobiographical narrative is about a drunken Norwegian named, Norman.
Well, I really have nothing more to talk about. I'm sure I'll think of something later tonight. (:
I've realized today that my best friend, Melissa, is so lucky. I'm sincerely jealous of her. I can almost feel myself turning green with envy (: Back to the point, I'm so jealous of what she has. She has this one friend named Lee that is always there for her. I dislike him somewhat, but I'm trying to get over his obnoxious corrections and crude remarks. Why I think she's lucky to have him, is because he will console her on any subject, (maybe not boys...because I think he's secretly in love with her) buy her presents that I'd never be able to afford, talk to her about books, and really talk to her about anything personal. I feel like I'm kind of lying to myself about being Melissa's best friend. I call her a lot, I try to talk to her a lot, but I'm always the one talking. I feel like she can't be herself around me anymore, because I'm always judging, always talking, always taking. I really do love being around her, and I know for a fact I bother the hell out of her the majority of the time...but it's out of love. What are best friends without the one annoying friend that is mean to the other friend? I wish things could go back to the way they were when we first met. When we first realized how good of friends we could be.
On a lighter and less depressed note, I've got to write a two page essay by Tuesday, and do a project on the state of Nevada by Wednesday. Pretty sure it will be simple, since my subject for the autobiographical narrative is about a drunken Norwegian named, Norman.
Well, I really have nothing more to talk about. I'm sure I'll think of something later tonight. (:
