Look Up

Hello friends. It's nice to see that I've already got a couple people reading this. I didn't crossover from xanga because I didn't want people to read what I write, this place just seems like it's less Myspace-y, less trying to look scene, more real writing and catching up on someone's life. More introspective... more self-centered, perhaps -- whatever. It's hard to avoid a blog being self-centered anyway; isn't that almost the point?

Anyway, I'm grounded this week. It's kind of dumb; I was supposed to be going from my friend Sam Ward's barbeque to pick up Tai for a sleepover, but I deviated from 'the plan' by dropping by Miko's to say goodbye which my dad looked at as dishonest, or something. And beyond that, one of the three people in high school who I hang out with(haha), Sam, had just gotten back into town from Europe and we all wanted to hang out but my dad insisted I come back home and basically I refused and a group of us just hung out at Starbucks and talked. And then, you know, hit up like three frat parties and did drugs and stuff, but that shouldn't have been a big deal. No, but it was stupid; I was with safe kids in a relatively safe place and I was home by 11:30. It's frusterating when you're basically a good kid but your parents still don't trust you or give you that much freedom. I'm sure some of you have experienced this to much greater extremes.

My friends are cute, huh?

So, at the moment I'm working on putting all my music on my iTunes, taking a break from cleaning my room and reading The Glass Menagerie for school on Tuesday... not to mention writing a three page reflection on it afterwards. Sounds lame I guess but at least I'm not on Myspace or drugs, right? And good thing I'm not flipping out about the paper, right; I mean, we've still got a solid two days left of summer, right?

... right. It's also a good thing that I'm not sarcastic, at all.

Today after dropping Tai at home I was sleeping in and intermingled with a strange dream I was having, I heard a wonderfully familiar, singsong-y voice beckon: "it's Lauren, you bitch, pick up your phone! Lauren! I wanna talk to her so bad, so PICK UP YOUR PHONE! I'm leaving, you're going to miss me so much; you love me!" And in spite of the slight rudeness of the beckoning I embraced it. I've always said I hated talking on the phone and that I lack the skill which every other Jesuit girl seems to have programmed into them, but I don't even care when it's hearing from someone who's away. Okay, certain people, maybe, make the difference, but it's just a good feeling to know you haven't been forgotten. Oh love.

"In a bulletproof vest with the windows all closed
I'll be doin' my best, I'll see you soon."
[Coldplay]

posted by Allison Francis @ 4:45 PM