* I am... not doing homework, and I'm not planning on it. Today is my day off.
* I think... that sometimes I need a hobby.
* I know... my Heavenly Father loves me.
* I want... to study abroad in Europe this summer. SO bad!
* I have... banana pudding. mmm.
* I miss... my family. A lot.
* I fear... silly things like being attacked in the dead of night, or getting an A- on a final. :)
* I feel...lethargic and stuffy.
* I hear... the maintenance man pounding on our dishwasher for the fifteenth time.
* I smell... coconut essence from the shampoo I used.
* I crave... steak. Red meat isn't apart of my college diet.
* I cry... when I'm over tired, sick, or during really cheezy movies. Also, when other people are really sad.
* I search... for new friends sometimes.
* I wonder...where I will be a year from now...
* I regret... all the time I've wasted that could have been used for cool stuff, but wasn't.
* I wish... for three more wishes! Ha!
* I love... my familia and my friends most. Also, I love cheese. So much.
* I care... about my grades a lot this semester.
* I always..sing really loud to the radio when I'm alone in my car.
* I worry... about my friends I know are struggling.
* I am not... brunette, nor am I of legal drinking age.
* I remember... when I was little and wished my name was Princess Rose Pedals
* I sing... alto. I had no chance of ever singing melody with a devout tenor father and alto mother.
* I don't always... like chocolate. It's been grossing me out lately. Weird.
* I argue... hardly ever. Just ask my mom.
* I write... constantly. In my journal, or just for fun.
* I win... in the games I make up. Like the purple car game. Every time you see a purple car, I win. Ha.
* I listen... to my heart.
* I don't understand... why growing up is so strange.
* I can usually be found... on the phone.
* I need... to have a few close friends near by. (introvert)
* I forget... to live in the moment like President Monson counsels us. When I remember,
* I am happy... to be alive, and to be surrounded by amazing family and friends who help me in so many ways.
1 comment:
Hello, my Mary. I LOVE...your poem. Daddy
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