It seems worth the wait to see your smile again

School = blah. I’m just really grateful we’ve got a long weekend ahead of us, thanks to Bonifacio Day or whatever holiday we’re supposed to be celebrating on Friday. Surprisingly though, I’ve got nothing planned this weekend except stay home, sleep, play my guitar and then sleep some more. Some people act like they’d die if they don’t go out one weekend, and I feel sorry for people who are like that. Those same people think it’s like, a loser thing if you’re alone over the weekend and I think that’s stupid. I don’t mind spending quality time with me, not because I tend to be anti-social when I’m not in the mood to be with people, but simply because it’s nice to just be quiet and relax and not get all tired from walking around the mall or partying.

I’ll be doing my Christmas shopping on Friday so I don’t get caught in the mid-December crowd. I’m actually looking forward to Christmas this year because my cousins from the States are coming over and staying with us. The last time I saw them was when they came over for my brother’s funeral last year, and I miss them a lot! Especially Mark…he and my sister had a lot of good bonding time when she went to the States last summer. I helped my mom decorate the tree earlier this evening and for some reason that made me happy. Looking at the decorated Christmas tree reminds me of my childhood Christmases, and all of a sudden I found myself wishing I could be a kid again.

Much as I hate to, I admit to liking the song Slave by Britney Spears. Even though I’ve foresworn to hate pop starlets and their songs forever, Slave is sooo catchy and fun to dance to. Another Britney song I like is Don’t Let Me Be The Last To Know…ugh, what is happening to me? I must be regressing to my pop music grade six days–I was really into the Spice Girls and Hanson then. But I’ve never liked Britney Spears, I think she’s better off as a porn star than a singer.

I haven’t written a new song since Porcelain and it’s frustrating me. I tried to write one this afternoon but it sounded like I had nothing better to do with my spare time than pity myself. And I don’t really, but I just wanted to write a song about feeling totally out of place in school since I am very much unlike most of the people there. Do you know that my classmates refer to the word “accent” as “slang”? Even Patsy and Angelica does it! Whatever…

I miss you-know-who.