I miss the good old days, when music wasn’t tinted by experiences and was just that: music. Almost every song I listen to has some sort of memory or person attached to it. In some cases, it makes me grin and fondly recall the times, but in a lot of cases it either makes me embarrassed or upset.
My life is a series of songs that are hard to listen to.
The following is not my fault:
1. When you forgot your ID at home and you look under 30. No, I will not serve you, even if your parent is with you.
2. The price of food. I don’t set it.
3. How long it takes said food to come out. I don’t cook.
4. That happy hour is only at the bar, and no, you can’t order a drink at the bar then sit down.
5. Looking young. I know I look like I’m still in high school, but I am 22 years old. Please don’t treat me like a teenager.
I do love my job but seriously. Can’t wait for my vacation to Philly and Florida. And for these finals to be over and done with.
For an amazing family. For the best friends anyone could have. For college. For a delicious dinner and a roof over my head. For Andre champagne. For opportunity, for happiness, and for all the love in my life.
There’s always something so tragic about a hopeless romantic.
I’ve been in school a bit over a month now. I have consistently gotten straight a’s on every assignment/quiz/test since I started, in every single one of my classes. I just got a math test back where I got a 104 out of 100, the highest score in the class.
I have no desire to drop out whatsoever.
Fuck am I happy.
