When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice which came from you and me

It's only been two months since I updated my journal last (oops) and it was only the beginning of summer back then. I remember it so well, and look back almost fondly on the little stupid things which made it feel more like freedom from school altogether--the memories which helped ease my troubled mind of that fact that I have high school tomorrow.

Memories:
Pony, Soda, and I sat in the grass with the clear blue sky looking down over us and the warm summer sun landing on our shoulders. Everything seemed perfect--almost. Pony had to go away to Holland for three weeks. But we made it count, like usual. So, sitting there with just us, we waited patiently. Waited for what? A roller to come crashing through a yard with no one driving it, of course!

Summer went by so fast! I never thought that it could go so fast. But I will admit that sometimes during the summer, it seemed to drag on. And I was thankful for that! Right at the beginning, everything went as slow as molasses! And I loved it dearly! But then it began to get quicker, no matter how bored I was. I knew that God was trying to kill me--what other explination was there?

Anyway, long story short, high school tomorrow and I'm not ready. But I guess we're never ready when things change; we learn to adapt. I just wish I wasn't so terrified!

Cars are girls.

And the three men I admire most,
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.