January 7th, 2007

Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

I will shelter you through the storm.

I watched Loving Anabelle and cried so hard at the end.

I know people make fun of movies like that (students loving teachers, or anyone older, really, but specifically teachers due to stereotypes and everything), but they get to me. I relate.

I'm really harsh with myself about liking older women. I get so judgmental about it. Really, it's nothing I can help. Nothing to really be ashamed of, either.

It's not that I'm not attracted to peers. I get connected and I get crushes.

There's just something about older women and maturity that gets to me, and it's okay. It's one of the things that excites me about growing up. Thinking, "one day, I will be one of those women, and I will love a woman like that."

It's 11:13 p.m. on a Sunday night.

I still have homework to do. Six short chapters to read, questions to answer, and a chapter in another book to review and take notes on.

Nothing extensive. Nothing I can't handle.

Yeah, it's late.

But it's really alright. This is high school. I'm a teenager. What's so bad about being tired tomorrow and possibly getting an A or even (gasp) a B on a homework assignment instead of an A+?

I know kids like myself at school, that are overachievers (possibly more than I--actually, it's probable) but allow themselves to have fun at night. So they're tired the next day, but so what? They have stories. They had fun. They laughed.

I'm okay. And if tomorrow I'm not, it's alright, because that's life for me. I'm nothing without my roller coaster.

Done rambling now. Your time is yours again. =).