One day last year Enew and I were waiting for my aunt to pick us up from the mall, and this group of boys came up to us and asked if we wanted to be in their video. Enew declined, but I conceded. They asked me what I thought the meaning of life was and I was supposed to share my answer into the camera. What is the meaning of life? People ponder it everyday and they come up with ideas of what it could be, or they just can't find the right answer. But what I think is that everyone has a different meaning for their life. Whatever you think the meaning of life is, that must be it. It's your point of view, and we all have different reasons to live. If you think about it, that's all it is.
Why does homework have to be so tedious? I want to do it, but when I start it it's like I can't concentrate on it, because it's so damn boring. Maybe I have a small form of ADD. Who knows. But all I know is that I have a lot of things to do in a short time span, and I'm at square one.
My mom lost her job because the company dropped her position. It's like she can't keep a job for more than two years anymore. I remember once she lost a job and she came home and told me that she drank after 13 or so years of being sober. I wish that she wouldn't have to go through so much emotional pain about it. I don't know why she acts like someone died. I don't understand it, but I hope that she finds a job faster than she did last time.
We got a new digital camera, and I've been camera crazy ever since. It's so much better than my old one, it makes me tingly in the toes.
Yeah.
So... I'm going to the Queen + Paul Rodgers show in April. Yay! Except, it's really sad, since there's no Freddie there and no John Deacon (Queen's bassist). It wont be so great, but oh well! I'll enjoy it anyway. I'm taking King, that is, if he can go, he hasn't asked his mother yet, and if he can't go I'm going to ask Enew. I'm happy. My mom's letting me go on a school night, even though she said I couldn't after the Coheed concert.
Right now I'm just sitting here waiting to see if Paul will text me back or call me. Signs are pointing to no. I could call him myself, but I hate calling people. I don't know why, I just don't like it. I feel like I'm interrupting someone if I call them. And I hate it when people bug me to call someone. Whatev.
♥Norie
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.