if only all days where as chill as the ones i have with friends.look at that, two kids sharing an ice cream while their friends are taking pictures. that faithful day..looking for a single, affordable prom dress.
anyways, that not the point at hand. it's so slow sunday evening and the sun doesn't go down for another hour or two. kinda reminds me of when i was about eleven or twelve back in san bernadino for a train stop for our vacation to arizona..except instead of a handsome, strapping lad of 16, it was my little brother sharing the ice cream with me in the blazing sun..thoughts of being a cowboy in a desert or being like Little Joe Carwright in Bonanza. Sweaty, dirty, and a cool shirt. I've always wondered what it would be like. living life by no rules except by the ones of nature,yourself, and the horse companion. it reminds me of Equus. Alan says,"I bet all cowboys are orphans."
sleeping under the stars, singing cowboy tunes, and sitting by the fire with your horse at your side. yep. that's the way. listening to the coyotes and rattlesnakes having a music battle and feeling that breeze through your hair as you take off your hat. tans? shouldn't care, the only thing you care about is getting to the next town alive. that's the goal 'very day..slowling rationing off your food and water.
think of riding off into that sunset..except it's not a parking lot..being epic..it's all a dream i wanna try, but maybe another time. i'll become a cowgirl.someday.
back to reality..of freaking school
i havn't written anything since february.
