I haven’t been quite the same
So sure the story of my life would never change
But in a bright eyed way I rinsed out the soap in my eyes
And wrote a song that I’m about to sing
Cause it’s about a girl
That I hardly even know
So this is not another love long
Just a list of things that I should know and everyone should know
Chorus
One, you’ve got to take it kind of slowly
Two, you’ve got to hurry up and make your move
Three, you’ve got to tell her that she’s pretty
Four, you’ve got to be a perfect gentlemanWhen you shake the wall you've gotta make it bend
Yeah, you've got to show her that
She's the balance beam and
I keep falling all around this fairytale
We took a walk in the rain
I suggested, she confess
There's a park nearby to cast the shade
Stay cool but I'm giddy like a schoolboy
You've gotta handle with care, she is not a toy
Then gradually we touched
Though our clothes were wet
We just sat and smiled
I never thought I'd smile so much
The first kiss always says the most.
Chorus
So I've really been feeling this one... Partly cuz its fun, some cuz of the new crush, which seems to have some people intrigued.... I've never done the mysterious thing and I'm finding its rather fun... Though I have to make sure I don't take it to the extreme... And ruin any shot I may have...
Speaking of crushes... Brian gave me his # today... What I wouldn't have done for it like 3 monthes ago... Geez.... Now its just like ok we'll hang out, whatever.... He's cute and he's charming but he's not for me...
I did find out today we both used to be punk kids... How cool is that? He was like yeah I went full on like goth kid back in the day, make up, nails, the whole 9... I was like shit you too? And we compared notes.... hehehe....
Speaking of which thats something I dont think alot of people realize... Especially after talkin to Stu last night and some of my coworkers today... Before I started this blog... Before my musician thing.... Before I decided to become a teacher... Before I really knew what I wanted out of life.... I was a punk rock princess.... Full on black clothes, make up, nail polish and Doc Martens (and yes even the fishnets).... Listened to nothing but the Clash, Bickley, Ramones and a whole other host of well known and not so well known punk bands... Also I was heavy into smoking da pot.... Pipes, bongs, j's, I'd hit it all... the better the weed the more I liked it... Its the only true addiction I've ever had.... I could never get enough... Why did I do it? I'm not really even sure... Kills brain cells.... Theres a recommendation... Its illegal... Ok no comment... Makes ya sterile? Oh shit I have to stop. But the craving has never gone away... Sometimes I'll be just minding my own bidness and someone will walk by thats been tokin a smoke... and its like I just breath in as deeply as I can and hold it and for that brief moment, that one instant... I'm transported back and theres nothing I wouldn't do for another bong hit or j... I'm so attuned to the smell I can tell you who all at Dillards hits it and who sells it... Yeah.... That bad... I'm not ever gonna do it again but the wants there... I also want to get my ears pierced again... not just the normal 2 but I want a loop like in the top of my lobe... still no tattoos though I still want one.... too much pain and decision making to do there... But yeah the whole punk thing is why I like guys that all tatt ed up, pierced, guys most people consider 'scary'.... (*throat clearing* SARAH!!!) One of my best friends was a tall skinny kid named Tommy... all black clothes, long stringy black hair, combat boots, black nails, eye makeup and more holes than the Titanic... Thats just one example.... If anyone knew my boys they'd understand... They're all such goof balls with such awesome hearts, but looking at em.... They kinda funny looking... Hard core rock surfer boys with tats and piercings out the wazoo... I get strange looks hangin with them but screw em these guys are my babies... and anyone who says a cross word or looks at em wrong... They'll have me to deal with.
That might not sound like much but when I'm pissed off, size doesn't matter, I'm very good at taking people down a peg or 10.... No shit. Fights aren't fought with fists alone. Words can wound just as well if not better.... Besides if anyone had the nerve to try to hit me... I got 4 back up plans ranging in ages 23-30... All over 6 foot and all brawn.... Try me, biatch....
Ya learn something new about me everyday don't ya? that punk/pot is not even my biggest secret.... Sheesh....
When I say my life's an open book I really mean it dont I?
Well except my big secret.... :) But thats one only like a handful of my closest friends know... and not even all of them know it.... okey I think thats it other than La's bday stuff and I'll do that later since I'm drained..... laters.....
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