It's come to my knowledge that I'm not exactly the writer I profess to be,
or the dancer I'm said to be,
or the actress I try to be,
or the singer I pretend to be,
or the flirter it'd help to be,
or the person I'd like to be.
It's true that my life isn't anything I thought it would be at this point in time.
It's true that I get far more jealous than I should.
It's true that I'm not always as nice as I seem.
It's true that I'm not always as happy as I seem, either.
However...
I do have a roof over my head and PLENTY of food to eat.
I do have the chance to improve my writing,
to keep stretching and devoting myself,
to be in shows and improve my experience,
to take some voice lessons,
to be myself and hope it's enough,
and God knows I'm getting better every day.
I have a lot more than so many in the world, and so do you.
Don't take it for granted.
also, maybe i love you, sigh.
also also, i miss everyone...come back....
love, laura.
I admit the time is rather unconventional but after inspiration fueled by reading everyone else actually posting, I decided to get off my lazy cyber bum and write the post that has eluded me for the past week...ish.
I saw a shooting star tonight while craning my head back, observing the stars as I always do while blindly making my way towards my house. I wished. I told a few special people. I remembered the last time I saw shooting stars.
There's a month and two days left of summer.
I realize that just about all I've wanted is a Summer romance. [that lasts beyond summer.] All I've wished for. Is that petty? Maybe. Did that stop me? ....
All I've done is daydream and long to be held.
But I realize that it won't always work out, that you have to wait for the right guy to come along instead of settling for someone else just because you want the feelings again.
So, unless a month and two days is enough time for a boy to fall madly for me, one of the lines on my bucket list will go unchecked:
"Be kissed by someone special."
And I'm slowly making myself okay with that.
love starfish.
"However, Ron did not appear on the map, and after a while Harry found himself taking it out simply to stare at Ginny's name in the girls' dormitory, wondering whether the intensity with which he gazed at it might break into her sleep, that she would somehow know he was thinking about her, hoping that she was all right."
So... Where exactly is my Harry Potter?
Yes, I realize I get emotional about weird stuff. Like a fictional snowy owl's death
or the realization that boys in fictional stories often don't exist in real life.
However, after hearing something from a very good friend of mine
about his growing love life,
and hearing about how sweet he is
[of course, I always knew that]
and thinking about some of my other friends
-"Eugene" for example-
I know these boys exist.
So again... Where's mine?
I want to sit at the public library, reading a book next to a boy I love. I want to meet with this boy everyday and go on wonderful adventures. I want a boy I love to show me that my only kisses in my life aren't only going to be from a jerk. I want to sit next to a boy I love while he plays me the piano [hopefully he'll possess this talent]. I want to go to a Bee's game with this boy I love [because, from some odd quirk, I absolutely love watching baseball]. I want to watch chick flicks and go on car rides and play on playgrounds and go to movies with a boy I'll love and who'll truly love me. I want another summer romance, but not one tempered with lies, like last year's.
With all my hopes and dreams laid out plainly on my sleeves,
Laura.
PS. To those who believe my whole blog is about me wishing for a boy, get over yourselves. This is one post. And hello, I'm a teenage girl. Every teenage girl [and probably the boys, too--though I wouldn't know] think about this occasionally.
