TimeLady1

When one friend of yours gets emotionally attached to a rock and another one gets attached to a ladybeetle named Octavio-mosh, you can assure you hang with the right people (probably not). But that's why I love my friends, they're the same kind of wierd as I am :D And Octavio was one hell of a sexy beetle (Can't say that about the rock but after an hour she sat on it in the middle of the night, it took some pushing and a lot of screaming to make her let go of it. It was a hard break up, but she'll get over it. There are a lot of rocks in the ocean.)

When one friend of yours gets emotionally attached to a rock and another one gets attached to a ladybeetle named Octavio-mosh, you can assure you hang with the right people (probably not). But that's why I love my friends, they're the same kind of wierd as I am :D And Octavio was one hell of a sexy beetle (Can't say that about the rock but after an hour she sat on it in the middle of the night, it took some pushing and a lot of screaming to make her let go of it. It was a hard break up, but she'll get over it. There are a lot of rocks in the ocean.)

Today I complained about going back to school. And my mother told me: Just another few years. Just another few years. Just another sometime until something. Until a holiday. Until a day off. Until the end of the year. We live waiting, endlessly. Always count the time, and until what? Until The next stop. A brief break. A change. because this is the only way to mark the time that is yet to come. Changes. Brief breaks from routine. And why would we want changes to come? Are we never satisfied with what we have? I don't want to live like that. I don't want to live my life, waiting for some time marks like achievements. Congratulations!