Wednesday, August 12, 2009

So life isn't always so bad.

Things to love
Jesus. Incredible sisters and parents. Grace. Kelsey. Lauren. Growing a movement at school. Dancing in the street on the way with Ipod on and the guy in the van drives past and laughs. Nutella and Wine biscuits. Pictures from a long time ago. Old music. Crushing on cute boys who's names you dont know and knowing you probably wont remember them in about 20 seconds. Crushing on cute boys you do know and will probably always remember. Lipton peach iced tea. Missy. The echo. Crazy friends. Being reported to the police and your school for getting out of the car and dancing at traffic lights. Feeding the ducks with spinning tops. The eclipse guy. Cute shoes. Rain on the roof when in bed. Smiling at the cutest little kid of your life and having him genuinely smile back. Smiles from strangers. Just smiles in general. Quiet words of encouragement. The way that stupid little words like 'Sand' make you giggle and think of your crazy friend. When your amazing cousin calls from England just to say. Not studying. Amazing friends that dont quite realise how much they've touched you and probably never will. Those "you had to be there" moments, no matter how ridiculous they seem afterwards. Singing with Becky and Christie and Caela. People who are brown house inclined. Lipstick. Woolworths chocolate chunk cookies. Subway cookies. Lemon cordial. Knowing that the people you miss will be back in no time. Memories, even the ones that make you cry. The sense that summer is on its way. Writing songs. Music. The most amazing friends that sit in your car even though you tell them you're fine and won't leave until you pour your very troubled heart out to them, then proceed to wipe your tears and tell you that its going to be okay, and that they'll both be there to talk whenever. Choir. Being nice to people with bad attitudes. Sweet teachers. Bedtime. Sweet dreams. Westlife. The Collins family. Faithfest memories. Parachute music festival. Being onstage. The stars. Gravity-John mayer, and the far away dream that oneday you'll slowdance to that song with the boy of your dreams on a dewy street. Deep and meaningful talks with people you hardly know. Christmas smells. My weird phase in primary school. The fact that I used to breed mice. Oh and probably all the ridiculously good looking boys that Kelsey magically finds. Dancing in underwear in graces room. Bidding when I have hardly no money but just wanting to beat the other person. Sunrises.

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