Sunday, February 22, 2009
Last week of 8th grade.
That boy whose words meant so much to me the last couple days (: makes me smile when I think about it.
Knotts with the whole 8th grade class, going on the Log Ride 293849234 times, and then the Big Foot Rapids. Funnel cake and Panda Express, yum.
The best friends going to my promotion, it meant the world to me. Hanging out at my house after promotion, going to Dennys. I wish I could relive it. Even though not the whole day was good, I want to relive it.
After promotion I looked through my yearbook, and I cried :/ But, we live on anyways, and I'm just glad those memories of middle school are already made. I wish I could remember them forever. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Only time can tell.
It's been a while.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Crazy.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Good sleep.
Friday, February 13, 2009
"I'm in trouble"
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
For the first time.
Monday, February 9, 2009
It's only in SoCal
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Babe, I'm out in Irvine
Thursday, February 5, 2009
"I hope this is all you wanted"
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
My Day.
Life.
ashley tran .
things change.
Nawinshere
like songs
Nawinshere
or
Nawinshere
socks
Nawinshere
you change em every day
ashley tran .
and sometimes socks get holes in them
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and songs get old
So true :/ Stupid Nawin got me thinking about the past. Seriously, you really never know what you had, til it's gone.
Oh, and I am currently procrastinating like crazy.
Feeling:
-Replaced.
-Okay.
-Annoying.
-Lazy.
-Bored.
-Full.
-Better.
I wrote a really stupid poem where I compared life to music.
Well babe, I’ll tell you
Life is music
It’s more than just noise
It won’t always be on the same song
The beats are different
The genre changes
Music is different
But we all find our own style
I found that style
And sometimes you run into kinds you don’t like
But you either play through it
Or you skip it
Life is music
My English teacher has seriously ruined poem writing for me. Even though I didn't really like it til we got started writing them this year, she ruined it. I can't seem to write anything GOOD, or that she won't cross out this and that and blah blah blah.
