This is where I got the candy panda thing from:

This is where I got that Candy Panda thing from. Lover, hun, sweetie…. NONE of those are good pet names. Ew. At least I don’t call my friends sweaty pizza unicorns…

Anyway, I probably should tell you about my weekend and why I felt as white as I did.

It was my black neighbor’s  birthday  on Sunday, so I went to the party. Of course, his whole family had to come and by 3:00, they were all there. When it was time to go in to eat, everyone looked at me  like, “Where did that white girl come from?”  I didn’t mind. But it felt weird…

I have to wait three weeks to see Emily because she’s busy next weekend and I can only go to her house when I’m at my mom’s. Three weeks is a long time for me… Also, on Saturday,  I have to go to a birthday party for my grandpa and my parents are letting me bring a friend. Does anyone want to volunteer to endure an hour long car ride with my mom and step-dad (who is super awkward)? Preferably someone with an ipod or something. It’s going to be really boring and we’re probably going to be forced to take a long walk outside. No, it’s not fun. That’s why whoever volunteers is coming with me. :)

I suddenly don’t want to type or anything… Wow I feel bipolar.

So… here is a song that constantly stays in my head…

Well you know those times
When you feel like there’s a sign there on your back
Says I don’t mind if ya kick me
Seems like everybody has
Things go from bad to worse
You’d think they can’t get worse than that
And then they do

You step off the straight and narrow 
And you don’t know where you are
Use the needle of your compass
To sew up your broken heart
Ask directions from a genie
In a bottle of Jim Beam
And she lies to you
That’s when you learn the truth

If you’re going through hell
Keep on going, don’t slow down
If you’re scared, don’t show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you’re there

Well I been deep down in that darkness
I been down to my last match
Felt a hundred different demons
Breathing fire down my back
And I knew that if I stumbled
I’d fall right into the trap that they were laying, yeah

But the good news
Is there’s angels everywhere out on the street
Holding out a hand to pull you back up on your feet
The one’s that you’ve been dragging for so long
You’re on your knees
You might as well be praying
Guess what I’m saying

If your going through hell
Keep on going, don’t slow down
If you’re scared don’t show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you’re there


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