||Keith Urban ~ Raining on Sunday
Surrender is much sweeter, when we both let it go...
Pray that its raining on Sunday
Storming like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we got better things that we can do
When its raining on Sunday
This actually might be a long entry, haven't been online in a few days.. I'm feeling the updating thing. Well, left Thursday around 530 or something, got there somewhere around 6. Set up everything, went and changed and went straight to the lodge. Good times, good times, best times I've had this summer. Didn't go to bed till about 230 that night, woke up around 830 because it was so hot. Showers, swimming, showers, swimming. Fireworks, "gather around the fire." Trying to give me a massage, hammocks, food, hanging out, glow necklaces, potato guns and ether.
Saturday - a whole lotta nothing. Woke up, went swimming, and stayed in the water/tanning on the beach all day. Got burnt like a mothafucka, hung out with everyone, went on the boat to the tarzan swing without the duuddddde. Came back, went to eat but ended up taking a shower. Went to the country store got whistled at about a zillion and one times. Peanuts, diet coke, slim jims and winterfresh. Went back, sat at the picnic table for about 2 hours.. carved our names next to eachother and played with bottles. Met new people who thought we were snobs. Then they got to know us. Stupid. Watched the guys play x-box, they got so into it. I sat there for an hour while my legs fell asleep and I got smoshed. sp? Walking around, best friends moms drunk, sneaking out at 130 and going swimming, got whistled at and went over to there site. Hung out, left, changed, bed.
THIS MORNING - woke up and laid there for about an hour waiting for her to wake up. Took down tent, brushed my teeth and threw on my bathing suit. Went down to the beach and laid out a blanket, that blanket's a magnet. Attracted all the men, took up our blanket for awhile, until I told them whats upppppppp. Tanned, felt my face burning, went swimming ~ in pee water? Hell ya. Got pulled out to the dock, laid there, "Looking at the scenery?" "I'm looking at your scenery." haaaaaaaaa. Out, lightning? No. Packed everything in the van while the guys wrote their names on the dirty windsheld. Brushed hair, and went to one of the guys campers. Air conditioner and cd mixs. So much for lunch, I hate peanut butter and jelly. Went back, went for a walk in the rain and went and sat down in the lodge, 2 seconds in the rain. Back in the camper, singing, lodge.. flys, him falling asleep on my lap. Home. =(
//Funny how we feel so much
But cannot say a word
We are screaming inside
Oh we can't be heard\\
Well, this weekend has ABSOLUTELY proven this to me. You *always* want the things you cannot have. It sucks big time, but sometimes its for the better. You never know just wants going to happen, acts one way with another, and one way with you. Feel like I can tell them everything, and still keep a smile on their face. You understand, then again you don't. Kind of like your older protective brother, but still think about it. You start to like something, but then pick out every S I N G L E itty bitty flaw and then you don't like that something anymore. You like something, then don't see it for a few days, then go back and start doing the picking. You like things for what they are, not what they look like. Attractive, but needs work. I wouldn't change that, such a style, such a cool thing. So many things in common, just the fact that forgetting alot of things could be a problem. People can see it on the outside, and you can feel it on the inside, yet you still don't know. You don't want to appear as something, and then come off the total opposite. Other women? Trustworthy? Hmmmmm! Things change, and people do too. Had the same feelings for something else, and now I hate that something else. Make them laugh and you are golden. Saying I love you is such a strong word. Though I didn't think about it before saying it, I do love you. I love the way you hang out with me, be yourself yet I don't think I love you in the way that everyone sees that I do. Love is too of a strong word for what we might have. So confusing, I just wish you talk to me like you did her. Jealosy is such a waste of emotion Yet I am stll so jealous. I'd love to know what you REALLY think of me. I don't even really think we have anything, you just got me stomach turning. And I am not really sure why. . . . .
^*^ We'll see how that turns out next weekend if we go back, the men call us. Moxie Parade on Saturday, yahoo? hmm... Saturday night? STILL questioning. I'll be updating more this week, can you tell?