"We'll smack her with a spoon in the ovaries."

Thursday, May 15, 2008

I forget how much I loved my life when it was simpler.

Gosh, if I could just go back to the days of elementary school for once, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I miss those days.

I miss them a lot.


Gosh, now I'm in a depressed mood. Ack, what can I say, Dinuba depresses me sometimes. Actually, a majority of the time.

Today I realized how much I really miss spending time with my mom. Even running a couple errands around Wal-Mart allowed me an opportunity for some conversation and ice cream. I miss that. I'm always jealous of people who really have the "mother-daughter" relationship, because I'm not sure if I'll ever have it with my mom.

I'm working at it though,
I'm working.

I just wish sometimes I had the perfect family, but I know that will never happen...I mean nobody can be really perfect right? You can be perfect in another person's mindsets, but nothing will ever be satisfactory in your own mindset. I know people always say that you can "never be perfect" and that's true, but you can live up to the expectations of others, and that's as close to being perfect as anyone will ever be.

I can't wait to get the heck out of this town.

Gosh, I haven't felt this depressed in forever. I need some summer, some Calvin Crest, and some sleep.

As for a short blog entry, I'm moving my quote to a more, "thought-provoking" idea for today.

"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."

Respectfully submitted,