Seriously, it's my favorite cup and I have the smallest apartment ever and I can't find the damn thing. Gah!
I have decided to make this blog about the past 21 and a half years of my life, just so everyone is up to speed on what makes me, me. The most recent stuff will be more vivid because it's still fresh in my head and as it gets earlier and earlier there will be less details. :)
Why American Honey? Honey is good and pours out slow and is so sweet and is also a classic name for a girl/lady/woman. And I'm an American.. hence the title American Honey.. I like it, it suits me, I think. Plus, the song by Lady Antebellum- is AWESOME and I can totally relate:
"She grew up on a side of the road
Where the church bells ring and strong love grows
She grew up good
She grew up slow
Like American honey
Steady as a preacher
Free as a weed
Couldn't wait to get goin'
But wasn't quite ready to leave
So innocent, pure and sweet
American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowing in the wind
Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothing's sweeter than summer time
And American honey
Get caught in the race
Of this crazy life
Trying to be everything can make you lose your mind
I just wanna go back in time
To American honey, yea
There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowing in the wind
Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothing's sweeter than summer time
And American honey
Gone for so long now
I gotta get back to her somehow
To American honey
Ooh There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowing in the wind
Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothin's sweeter than summer time
And American honey
And American honey"
I love it<3
I grew up in the sticks, Orangedale.. lived at Trout Creek all my life and loved every minute of it, whether it was make mud pies with my barbie dolls or playin in the woods with my little brother. Started at a grade school that was 5 minutes away and then a middle school that was 20 minutes away- had to go to another little townette for it, Fruit Cove, the most horrid, idiotic, stuck-up place ever. Yet I am still dragged there from time to time due to my best friend, Jesse, we'll talk about her later. Anyways, elementary school and middle school... I did the norm- went to dances, "forgot" homework assignments, was a pain in the ass to the folks, ya know how it goes. My mindset? I had to be just like everyone else, I had to think like them, talk like them, do exactly what they wanted.. of course I didn't and I had the hardest time ever making friends. I had one true friend that I have known since we were five and she lived right over the bridge from me and we still to do this day keep in touch. Thennn, high school. High school, high school, high school. Kill me now. All that immaturity continued until about the summer after 10th grade when me and my childhood friend, Lindsay, became extremely close.. I just didn't give a damn anymore. That's when I realized that people don't really like you when you're like everyone else and I just stopped caring what people thought. I did what I want, when I wanted to and if that was weird to you then that really sucks on your part. Junior and Senior year I was counting down the days until graduation but while I was there, I did attempt to make the best of it, unless what I thought was utter stupidity. I was very naive in high school and into college. I grew up very sheltered, like in a box almost. I had my first drinking experience in Paris, France in the 10th grade and it was only a pina colada which I am convinced only had a teaspoon of alcohol in it but whatever. The next one was junior year with Lindsay and it was a 6-pack of smirnoff. I was never just handed anything, I had to work for whatever I wanted. I wanted a car when I got my license, my ass got up and got a job to make the payments on it. I've been working full-time since I was 17.. now I go crazy having 4 days off.
Graduation day. What a wonderful day. I decided things would be different, I would expose myself to things and ask questions. Don't get it mixed up.. I never did drugs (never in my life) or became a whore or nothin stupid but I do specifically remember getting drunk every weekend (after my homework was done of course, this is on into my Freshman year of college) and I won't even lie that entire year was one of the best I had in my life. My Sophomore year of college, I fell in love for the first time.. stupid girl. That turned out to be a bust.. I found out the hard way that boys are L.I.A.R.S. His name was Alex and I still to this day can't blame him; I was a stupid girl who didn't see the signs and he was a stupid boy. So with my broken heart and punctured pride, I almost failed my sophomore year; I had to retake a bunch of classes so I wouldn't have D's on my record and then I changed my major which made getting an AA degree in something a year and a half longer. uring this time.. I had funnn. I don't mean just alcohol, I mean anything.. I tried things, camping, four-wheeling, shooting guns, makin bonfires.. fun, fun, fun. Of course, I was still under parents roof with a curfew which I was not okay with but it's over now so who gives a damn. I made some good true friends that I still keep in touch with but it's hard growing up because everyone goes there separate ways and does there own thing. I made 2 best, best friends during this couple of years.. Jesse Coates, who is still my bestie and I misssss her. She is in Brazil for a year on an exchange program and I don't like it! At the same time, I'm happy for her and I know she is having the time of her life. We're the kinda friends that text each other and say, "Come play with me" or go into Wal-mart and make it impossible to come out with only what we went in there for in the first place. I loveee youuu, Pookie and I can't wait until July 19th! Woo! The other is Pam, who's not my best friend anymore. we'll just say, she messed up and it concerns Alex. I won't dwell on it because truth be told- it don't matter anymore. I have moved on.
Now? I'm in love. I live on my own. I wanna live in Chattanooga, TN. I have the best kitty ever I have finally figured who I am and what I want. :)
Steven Richard Vanderbeek is his name. WE live in Fleming Island, which is just over the river and through the woods from Orangedale. Tennessee will happen soon enough. Cooper is my kitty and he's cute when he has to look up at the fish tank because he wants to eat them. I am a southern girl and I have the biggest heart you ever saw. I love keeping in touch with old friends, shopping, and I want a FORD F-150 and a four wheeler more than anything.
It's 6 am and I need to sleep.
Love, peace and chicken grease.
<3
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