Tattoos on this town:)

So bloggers today something hit me that made well sense. I'm getting older and so are probably a lot of you and I wonder sometimes what’s going to happen after high school is said and done. I mean it’s always seemed to be so far off but now it’s just right around the corner and i wonder what will happen to some of the people who I became best friends with over the years of my high school and middle school career. Will we all keep in touch or will we all grow apart? Will we do what we say where saying or planning on doing for the rest of our life’s or will we decided something completely different? Well I guess will just have to wait and see. :/

Well growing up in a small town you really get to know people better than you think you ever would yes that does mean if something bad happens then everyone in town knows about it the next day. But that's really not that bad the thing that does really suck living in a small town is that most people have stereotypes at least for our school it does. As for our town it is mainly obsessed with football but I mean what town doesn’t have an obsession?

 Back to what I was saying stereotypes haha yeah we sure have a lot of them but I honestly think if people took a step back and looked, I think that people would be surprised on what they find out about those people they called freak all these years.

            Well bloggers as for me at least high school is coming to end soon. Ha it’s funny to think it feels like just yesterday I was walking into this high school but now I’m leaving well I have a year before I technically leave but still. Most of my friends will be graduating this year which is kind of sad to think about. Considering most of well I think all of us have been friend’s sense 5^th grade.

 I’ll admit we all sure had one of heck of a ride. From being little kids in 5^th grade pretending and imagining things about the world thinking we could do or be anything. All the way up to seniors and juniors in high school with responsibilities and places to be. I miss those days that we all could just sit around and talk about anything and nothing at the same time. Ha time where does it go?  Well I guess it’s true time flies when you’re having fun. Well we all been threw a lot together that’s for sure. Growing up in Avon Lake not much to do but we managed to find things to keep our self’s entertained. Like cliff diving and climbing on top of roofs or just sitting around bond fires making things up as we went along. Well I’ll definitely admit I won’t miss this town but I will miss the people in it. Like people say it’s not the places you go that make the town it’s the people that you are with! But I think we managed to leave our mark on this town I know it sure left its mark on me.

Well bloggers one song that i love to death that describes my high school experiences is a little country song by Jason Alden called tattoos on this town.

Some of my favortie lyrics from this is "There ain't a corner of this hallowed ground That we ain't laughted or cried on It's where we loved, lived and learned real stuff It's everything we're made of, It sure left its mark on us We sure left our mark on it We let the world know we were here With everything we did We laid a lot of memories down Like tattoos on this town.

This is my second family (friends) these guys and me have been thru the most together some of us have grown apart while the rest of us have grown together. Some of us wish it really was forever while the rest of us just try to make the best out of the time we have left. I love theses guys with all my heart <3 :)

brit lit

So bloggers just about a week ago my British literature teacher came up with an assignment for all of us to do. The assignment was about a sonnet on feelings and emotions and each of us where to write one and present in front of the class for extra credit. And I came up with a sonnet about love and regret but my sonnet was actually a poem so i decided sense i couldn't write the whole thing on paper i decided to write it on here. So with out further a due blogger here's is my piece.
I'll let you go
It was a Sunday morning when we first met
just two kids being clueless and careless about the world around us
and what was truly out there
but we had some idea that there was more out there then what met our eyes
but what was about to happen we could never have expected
so the years went on
days turned into weeks
and weeks turned into months
and months turned into years
and soon we started to realize we weren't really kids any more
we had more responsibilities then we could have ever imagine
we had bills to pay
and classes to attend to
and soon the little two kids that just met that Sunday morning
turned into adults
i had this feeling
a feeling i never felt before
a feeling i never gotten before
until i met you
you were my best friend
someone who made me feel alive
someone who i went to when i felt lost or alone
but this feeling i had
started to mask our friendship
and soon i started to realize that our friendship began to tumble
all because of my feelings of friendship began to become something else
but as you know I'll never speak my mind
I'm like a chicken with its head cut off
but the silents that i hold
will most likely kill me
and the whole idea of me never having you will soon brake me
but i know your true potential
i know you have more to see then any one around me
so I'll let you go
I'll set you free
because whats truly met to be will always be
but my heart will ache for you
even when where a million miles apart
my heart will stay right here with you
but i know i have to set you free
so you can see all that you need to see
and maybe when you see all that you need to see
and when you find you
yell come back to me
can you believe it bud its come to this
that Sunday morning when we first met
and everything was so perfect
is now starting to crumble
can you believe where saying goodbye
it feels like just yesterday we were saying hello
but goodbyes are like a roulette wheel
You never know where they're gonna land
First you're spinning then your standin' still
left with only holding a losin' hand
but i know I'm better as a memory
then as your women.
so bloggers if any one listens to Kenny Chesney or David Cook some of my poem sounds like some of there songs so of course i have to give credit to two very good artist with there song tittles "I'm better as a memory" by Kenny Chesney and "come back to me" by David cook these two songs inspired me so much over the last two weeks :).