Tim Mcgraw

Born Samuel Timothy "Tim" Mcgraw on May 1, 1967. Tim was born in Delhi, Louisiana. He is an amazing artist and I wish I had a voice half as good as his

Life

I miss High School more than I thought I ever would.... Man I sound slightly crazy. I miss the light homework load. I wish so badly that I had waited a year to go to college.... what was I thinking? I was always in such a rush to grow up, and now that I have I wish I had appreciated being a child when I was one. Growing up sucks, period. Ok I am done whining but I miss my social life, it may have been practically non-existent but now it is LITERALLY non-existent. I don't have many friends and I am so single it's pathetic. super-single. XD man I miss having nothing to do. But I have a job, I work at McDonald's, it's better than nothing... :P don't judge me.

The Real Me: Removing the mask

This post is about me, you may think you know me from my blog posts but you only know a little bit about me. There are a few people that know who I am in this blog, a few of my friends. I sit on the far side of the classroom. I usually have a book, I am talking to Summer, or I am sleeping. I don't do much or anything but I do know how to have fun and I can do a lot of things. I have a hard time with school and I cannot wait to graduate. I don't know what else to say, I am not comfortable talking about myself.

Who am I?

Katie Walker

My 18th Birthday

So all in all a pretty okay birthday. But of my list of things I wanted to do here are the things that actually happened yesterday:

1. I ate cake.

2. I got balloons.

3. Watch TV for a while.

Not much else otherwise 

Football in my home

My house is a football house. We do more football than anything else, football is almost the most important thing to my father. I don't even really like football but my dad would never forgive me if I disliked football. So I act like I know whats going on when the game is on, I wear the jersey when the game is on and I get excited for my dad so he doesn't get all upset. My little brother is convinced that one day he will play football professionally for the Minnesota Vikings, that is the team we root for. I don't have the heart to tell him yet that he has a 1 in 1 million chance of that happening, to let him know he has to be the best of the best of the best. He is 11 and is allowed to be naive though. I can't wait until I don't have to pretend that I know whats going on anymore.

The REAL World

The real world has not always been kind to me. It pokes, it prods, and it sees you as those around you want to see you. It tells you that you're beautiful and then makes you think otherwise. Like you have to be 5' 9" and 95 pounds to be beautiful. Or that you're only amazing when you're rich or famous.I am not famous for anything. Everyone in the world does not know my name, and yet I feel like there are those days when I am amazing and beautiful. But it seems as though that only lasts for a little while and sometimes I just wish that the rest of the world would see me for who I am. That it would look past my flaws and see the person underneath. That it would understand that, yeah I did not always have it easy. That I worked hard to be the person that I am today. It tries to pressure you into doing things that you KNOW you shouldn't do, but yet you follow them and the example the world sets you just need to be you to be truly happy. :)

Writing

I love writing and I always have a lot of fun doing it and now I am writing a book. Whoop! Yes this is just a random post cause I like this picture