From Where You Are

As I sit here contemplating about life, having just previously nommed a peice of home made italian salami and listening to lifehouse, i've realized that i kinda miss the good old days. And I don't just mean high school days, i'm talking way back into elementary school days. The days where swings were the shit, where the teachers were mean for forcing us to go out into the shit cold weather of our northern world and where those yearly presentations were the worst things imaginable if you were a shy freak like I was.

Let's all start back in grade five where I met a friend for life, Philly. We may not hang out like we use to but I'll always remember that you were the nicer one of the group of girls at our school. I actually had a good year of school for once and wasn't worried about going to school anymore. Back then I'll admit I didn't think far into the future but now it's been at least nine years and I still have Phil as a friend, actually one of the longest times i've kept a friend from all the constant moving before.

Now let's fast forward to eighth grade :D. Yeah i loved Grade eight because it just marked the closing date of when we'd get to leave our catholic school and get to go to a public school. Ahhh good times :). I think that was also the year I had my hair cut too short and it was way before I had a nice straightener and all the sprays and such for my hair:P. Phil will remember the mushroom...wasn't it also called the deoderant head when I kept that hat on all the time?

In grade nine i remember how I started to dye my hair once it grew back, that is. The first time I actually coloured it was when I had bleach blonde bangs and dark brown for the rest. That lasted til i think grade ten.

Now for Grade ten, the year i wished I could have taken back so badly. It was actually going into grade ten that I went out with my first boyfriend. Being fifteen I thought the idea of a boyfriend was cool and said yes. That lasted for a year until the summer going into grade eleven. I was heartbroken but after a month of solitary confinement and phil coming over I got over it the best I could that I actually went out and hung out with people before the summer was officially over. That was also the year I lost my horse.

I remember during that summer and into grade eleven my excessive hair dying. I think I went from red bangs, to orange bangs, to black and red hair. I kinda went crazy. I also remember trying to start a band with Phil which didn't really go anywhere and now i have a folder of band name logos we'd done in class and lyrics finished but never sung. That was the year I got into music and got a guitar.

In our final year I screwed up for college and ended up moving to my dad's for a few months until I realized i wasn't ready to leave home just yet and ended up going back to school for a few semesters til this January when I was accepted into Animal Care. By now I stopped going nuts with the hair dye. I did dye it dark brown and red for prom then decided to just go dark brown before heading for college.

Now I'm sitting in my rez room staring out at the now dark, but once i turn the lights out it'll be polluted with light from outside. At the moment I can see the lights twinkling from yonder houses out in the distance. I'm miles from home, but i'm doing what I love and that's working towards having a career with animals. It may not be a big vet job like I'd hoped but I want to groom dogs now.

And this is just a little spill about brought on by Lifehouse-From Where You Are. I know it's not about what I'm saying but it reminded me of the past and how much i really miss those little moments with friends that I may never have again. Moments with friends I most likely don't talk to anymore. And how i really do cherish those friends that stuck around for so long no matter how annoying and freakish I am.

I just want to say thank you :)

~Exxy~