I'm two today
I was informed by a couple of friends that today my journal is two years old... so, of course I thought it would be appropriate that I write a little tribute entry. Two years sounds so short, but thinking back I realize how much I have really changed, and how much has changed in my life. I feel like a different person, but yet it is all pretty well tracked (okay, so I skipped a couple of months!!) in this journal. I'm so glad I started "My Attempt at a Cool Online Journal" and have shared bits and pieces of my life with all of you. It has strengthened and even made some friendships of mine. It has let me say things to people that I could never say any other way. Oh yes... and have any of you noticed it has a new look?! Look! Wow! Blue on the sides, slightly more modern... yes, this was all done by Jenna as part of the plan to keep the comment spammers under control. They were hitting me hard.
So I was looking back at some of my old entries, and I saw "Tribute to the lunch table" , one of my all time favorites, and I remembered that Courtney and I tweaked one of the lines in there for the class song. "The sophmores in us are gone" became "the freshmen in us are gone"... because, ya know, you start high school as a freshmen and it's a class song so it can't be that artsy. So thinking of that, and keeping with the whole "time moves on" theme, and thinking of someone who I know always seems to appreciate stuff like this, I'm going to post the lyrics to the song here. I'm sure you can find the meaning behind a lot of them right here in this journal. Sing along if you know 'em...
Do you remember your high school days
watching the team winning their plays
and watching the band at the half time show
now you can't believe how fast time goes by
Chorus (After every verse):
So let go of the things you thought would never change
say hello to new laughter and new pain
the freshmen in us are gone
things will never be the same
Then there was that one first love
that you couldn't get enough of
you'd make up, you'd break up, and then you'd cry
with your friends by your side
If I were to give one piece of advice
of how to travel on through this life
it would be to hold your head up high
when you don't think you can get by
We may go our different ways
but we won't forget yesterday
the times we laughed, the tears we cried
now we must say goodbye
So say goodbye...
(If you don't know the melody some of that probably doesn't seem to rhyme to you, (you know, kind of like snow and world) but it does. Show rhymes with goes. And it fits. So there, smarty pants.)
Yay for memories. I'm two years old today.