CALIFORNIA CALLING

Um.... am I roaming? I've been calling Texas and West Virginia... but it's during my "night time" minutes. And I'm tempted to call Arizona, but I really don't know if I should... Haha. It's my dad's money, I don't wanna diss him.

All this talk about college is making me miss things, and they haven't even left. I just got off the phone with Jon (again, am I roaming?!) and he's coming to California for Stanford, but hoping to move to Massachusetts for Hardvard. And Daniel might be going to Boston. And Michael might be going north. And another to Hawaii. Another to Virginia. I don't know if Lily's still going to Jon Hopkins. Rae might go to Chicago again. Mico's in the Army.


I might go end up in Washington.
DC.
In the Navy.

The Vatican of America, in the United States Uniformed Services. It's something I've been inspired to do since the eighth grade, but discouraged to do when I started building my life around my ex-boyfriend. In the eighth grade, HAHA. Now that I've claimed ownership of my future, I've become Samantha Jones. And if anyone knows Samantha Jones, they'll have a piece of me.

I use this blog to just rant random thoughts. Everyday things that are notable if not quirky enough to pass. I'm a pretty private person, even to my closest of friends, but that's just how I am. It's no offense to anyone, but sometimes people don't understand why I don't open up or lay my heart on the line as much as they do. Often times, it's because I have and got burned, or it's just not in my personality. More often than that, I'm misunderstood for reaching out to new people and seen as leaving good friends in the dust.

This year will probably be the year of connections and holding on desperately to hearts that will sunburst away to different lives and states. And frankly, I don't blame them. When I saw Daniel, my heart sank. Two soon-to-be seniors, standing face to face in cap and gown, friends since junior high. I almost cried. Haha, and I probably didn't look that serious because it was smiling-crying, but I truly felt the eve of our high school lives upon us. If I could just preserve a moment in time, it would be the second we looked at each other and knew. Just knew. Like the first time we just knew. The sad part is... I know we're not going to have that moment again. When graduation comes, we'll be surrounded by a million others, obligated to entertain each one with hugs and kisses and camwhoring.

I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve when it comes to memories. I'm not one to bring up each past event in conversation, but I think about time spent together when I look into someone's eyes. Either that or the way they make me feel. Or the songs they make me think about. It doesn't show, but I'm highly sentimental with others.

But why won't I let it show?

So many songs are running through me right now. "Graduation" by Vitamin C. "Summer of '98" by The Secret Handshake. "Boston" by Augustana. But oddly enough, here's Enrique Iglesias. Suchh a cheesy song.

But we like cheese :]




We gotta keep on moving on.