Tuesday
It was the usual day up until about 7p.m. At 7, well, I’m not going into details because they would be impossible to describe, but at 7, Clint picked me up, and we hung out all night. I wish I never had to leave. It’s just so perfect I can’t even stand it. sjafggaskfhja. And we’re just the cutest together. It was just such a good night! skfljgtr. Kay. Uhm, I’d like to say more, but I don’t even know what to say. I love you. ♥ Sara
Monday
Well, well, well… I cleaned out my cave of a closet today, but as for going through my clothes? No. I’m dreading it. I mean, today was kind of a repeat of yesterday- finished more laundry, read some, ate more apples and peanut butter- nothing special.
Alright, time for Sara’s rant: I want more freedom this summer. I’m so sick and tired of my parents wanting to know every single detail of my life, and being so dang picky about when I go out, who I’m with, and always having to be home by ten or something. I’m sick of it. I want to be able to go out whenever and do whatever without question and they’ll just trust me that I’m not doing anything stupid and that I’ll be home by a set curfew, of say, 12. I can handle myself, I’m almost 18 and I’ll be off to college in a year, can’t I at least have a summer where I’m not treated like I’m 15? Because I’m not.
Ugh. Anyway, also upset that I’m stuck at home all night listening to my obnoxious sister while knowing that my favorite person is going to be up until like 1 or something with his friends, including girls that like him. Not going to lie, I’m totally jealous. And I’m not even that great. Anyway, it’s just not a good night for me. Kind of feel like going on a walk. But, oh! Wait! My parents would freak out. Seriously, it’s not like I’m going to get murdered in a gated community with almost all retirees. Kay bye. ♥ Sara
"How to be an Artist:
Stay loose. Learn to watch snails. Plant impossible gardens. Invite someone dangerous to tea. Make little signs that say ‘yes!’ and post them all over your house. Make friends with freedom and uncertainty. Look forward to dreams. Cry during movies. Swing as high as you can on a swingset, by moonlight. Cultivate moods. Refuse to ‘Be Responsible’. Do it for love. Take lots of naps. Give money away. Do it now. The money will follow. Believe in magic. Laugh a lot. Celebrate every gorgeous moment. Take moonbaths. Have wild imaginings, transformative dreams, and perfect calm. Draw on the walls. Read everyday. Imagine yourself magic. Giggle with children. Listen to old people. Open up. Dive in. Be free. Bless yourself. Drive away fear. Play with everything. Entertain your inner child. You are innocent. Build a fort with blankets. Get wet. Hug trees. Write love letters."
- Mr. Michael MurphyIn memory of the best art teacher I’ve ever had. He will be missed as he retires. I must say, some of these things he wrote are rather strange, but the composition as a whole is marvelous. ♥
