First off, I wanna say this is a rant that I've wanted to rant, nothing ground-breaking.
I've gone from school from school (4 to be exact) due to various reasons, and my dad's work. 6 years ago, my dad was relocated to Chicago, for 2 years (repeated 1 grade due to... 'language reasons,' Spanish is my native language. When I came back, i repeated half of the scholar year (stupid languages! D:<), and stayed there for 3 years after that. I made some friends and enemies, as you might guess, and was getting used to the place, and I liked it! I had to change again, to the school I went to 6 years ago, because certain friends said that high school in the latest school wasn't as good... Well, I've been there for 2.2 years, quite happily, and done well. So, just now, (school year just started here) guess what? One of the new girls is someone I knew in the school I was in before the one I'm in (2 years ago, for those keeping count). She had come in when I had completely forgotten about the last school and its occupants, more specifically, my friends. Sure, we had some laughs the first day (this Wednesday was the start of the scholar year), and told her some stuff about the school.
Now, finally to the point: these last 2 days, I've started to remember everything and everyone, I've had dreams (more like soft-core-ish-y nightmares...), and I haven't really realized how much I missed the place until now. Now, I have this strong nostalgic feeling that I can't shake, specially for some girl (no, nothing was going on between us, mind you, we were just very good friends), which I really don't know why. And, to finish losing my dignity: I've had some sobs here and there.. ;(
Yes I understand that people come and go, and I can live with that, it's just that girl, I just don't know.
Why did she have to come to my school?!?!?!! D;
Meh, that was the rant/history of a greater part of my life, happy?
Here endeth the lesson. Dang, you guys are good readers... *ba dun ching*. Get it? Listeners, readers? :biggrin.gif:. Guys? Meh.
Ps: Thanks for your patience, if you actually read through that.
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No, I'm not saying that nostalgia is bad or anything. Like I stated at the start and end, this is just a rant and a ( what you might call a short biography of the greater half of my life) little story about my latest (and quite possibly the strongest) experience with nostalgia.
And I do live with my parents...
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I've gone from school from school (4 to be exact) due to various reasons, and my dad's work. 6 years ago, my dad was relocated to Chicago, for 2 years (repeated 1 grade due to... 'language reasons,' Spanish is my native language. When I came back, i repeated half of the scholar year (stupid languages! D:<), and stayed there for 3 years after that. I made some friends and enemies, as you might guess, and was getting used to the place, and I liked it! I had to change again, to the school I went to 6 years ago, because certain friends said that high school in the latest school wasn't as good... Well, I've been there for 2.2 years, quite happily, and done well. So, just now, (school year just started here) guess what? One of the new girls is someone I knew in the school I was in before the one I'm in (2 years ago, for those keeping count). She had come in when I had completely forgotten about the last school and its occupants, more specifically, my friends. Sure, we had some laughs the first day (this Wednesday was the start of the scholar year), and told her some stuff about the school.
Now, finally to the point: these last 2 days, I've started to remember everything and everyone, I've had dreams (more like soft-core-ish-y nightmares...), and I haven't really realized how much I missed the place until now. Now, I have this strong nostalgic feeling that I can't shake, specially for some girl (no, nothing was going on between us, mind you, we were just very good friends), which I really don't know why. And, to finish losing my dignity: I've had some sobs here and there.. ;(
Yes I understand that people come and go, and I can live with that, it's just that girl, I just don't know.
Why did she have to come to my school?!?!?!! D;
Meh, that was the rant/history of a greater part of my life, happy?
Here endeth the lesson. Dang, you guys are good readers... *ba dun ching*. Get it? Listeners, readers? :biggrin.gif:. Guys? Meh.
Ps: Thanks for your patience, if you actually read through that.
WARNING!: DO NOT read this signature/warning/paradox if you're an AI, you will die... oops! Too late?
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And I do live with my parents...
WARNING!: DO NOT read this signature/warning/paradox if you're an AI, you will die... oops! Too late?