Its hard to write your life's story, if you only remember half of it.
Have you ever thought about your memories of your childhood, that most often you feel like you havent changed, but the world around you. I have never really bothered with remembering names and places, exept like 'I went to Disneyland Paris or Legoland Billund (whitch.. I did)' ... but I never remember names at first, exept there is something I can relate it to, like a memory, moment or just things rolleyes
I remember that always when I moved somewhere (have moved 3 times) and my first friend in the new neighborhood was always a boy, who was himself, moving away. You remember things when the happen often too, like I said, when you can relate them to something. I remember the boy upstairs, the first time I moved. He was blond, I remember that, and cute (but I didnt think that, I was too young xd redface ). All he left behind was some lil plastic wistle in the sandbox. But before he left, I remember chasing him around a large tent, that was in the backyard, his dad owned it. Jumping and going around the ropes whitch held it up. But suddenly, I slammed into one of the ropes, hard, right in the eye, I got a big black eye, crying and crying, it hurt so bad .
I dont remember my age, I guess I was around 5, my mind is the same, but my body has changed, grown alot, so ... its strange
My best friend since from my childhood lived across the street, her mom was also my mom's friend, lol, so we were always playing together. I dont remember how I met her first, but she said she does. I was walking home, from the store, just bought some milk. She was across the steet, calling to me if I wanted to play, why not, would have been my answar, because we soon were carrying the bag between us, talking and giggling. I asked myself why she called out to me, asking me to play. But it was her mother, who told her just to go out, and ask someone to play, kinda funny, if you would see some kid, you never met before, and ask him or her to play just because your mom told you too whee
She is kinda different from me right now, she hangs out with kids way older than her, going to Keflavik every weekend (her dad doesnt just live there, but also alot of connections, she has gotten a bad connection, and I think she doesnt even know her own way out of it, Its like in the movies, when someone how hangs out with gangs and bad kids, and has no way out, not just because of what kind of people they hang out with, but because of themselfs' too. Still I envy her, I always dream of hanging around her, with her friends, just to know how it is, lol, I have never been drunk before, but she has, and she is like.. 2 years younger than me xp it doesnt really matter.
I dont like beer, its tast gets stuck in my throut, bad tast. But pilsner, its like tasting something with alot of water in it. When you parents let you drink with their frinds, and talk to you about their life and secrets, you know you are getting older, 'adult' whee
lol, a few months ago, I asked my dad to buy Orange Bacardi breezer, I was mostly playing, but I wanted one too, hadnt had one since we were out (canari islands). Guess what, he goes in, and comes out with two paper bags, I was just.. omg.. I did really buy it. When we came home, I checked into the bag, it wasnt Orange, but Watermelon, two kinds even... I dont drink watermelon gonk gonk
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