| Brian - if that was you who called today, sorry.. I was in chorus and my phone accidentally turned on (like a button got pressed in my purse or something). However, since I'm too scared to call you back, you can either call me tonight or I get home from practice tomorrow at 6. Thanks for trying, though! :-*
Story this time: "It's impossible to be depressed in this house." (It's just something I was thinking about, nothing really important. It's just in here for my own future reference.)
If you know me well enough, you know that my freshman year was horrible. This year, things go wrong all the time, but it doesn't affect me like it would have in the 9th grade.
Granted, I have grown up a lot in the past 2 years, but I do think my house contributes to this. Freshman year, my house was dark and gloomy; there were hardly any windows and the paint on the walls was dark as well. I've moved since then and my new house is extremely bright - my bedroom walls are yellow, for crying out loud (not bad: light yellow, light blue, and white.. rather cute, actually). There's a million windows as well, and some nights the moon shines through them and lights up the house. It used to be so hard to be happy, but now it's so hard to be sad. Not that I want to be sad, but sometimes it feels like I don't always get closure with some situations because my house is too "happy."
Like I said, just something I was thinking about.
Next story: "Kisses aren't contracts." (my favorite) |
*sigh* oh well.
