The members of New Religion were sitting down to dinner. Carl asked, "When are tu going to write our new song, Paul?" Paul said, "I intend to start after dinner." Erin said, "That sounds great. I know you'll have a really good song. You're such a talented songwriter." This made Paul smile. After dinner, Paul went out on the back porch. It was unusually warm for late March in Oak Ridge. He look around for some inspiration. He wrote down the first verse and sang it to himself. Just when he thought he had come up with a great song, something happened. It was something that hadn't happened in a long time. Paul had writer's block. Lola came out and said, "It's getting late, Paul. How's that song coming?" He said, "Not so good. Oh, Lola, I have writer's block." She said, "I'm sure you'll think of something, Paul. Maybe you'll come up with something after a good night's rest." He said, "You're right." After everyone had settled in their beds, Paul tried to go to sleep, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about his new song for the band. He tossed and turned. He finally got up and went back to what he had written. He tried to find a chorus. Not wanting to wake anyone, he sung it in his head. He thought, No, that doesn't work. After several failed attempts, he was getting frustrated. He kept on trying until 3:00 am. Finally, he was overcome with exhaustion. He fell asleep in a rather awkward position.
Hi, everyone! Antonia here, and this might seem a bit premature, but my 20th birthday will be here before we know it. On March 1, I will be twenty. That's less than a mes away.
I'll be honest. I'm not ready to be an adult. Starting March 1, I won't be a teenager anymore. I have less than a mes as a teenager. I'll wake up on March 1, and I'll be an adult. I just don't feel ready. Of course, those who are already adults have told me that there's not much difference between nineteen and twenty. I mean, there's nothing I can do on March 1 that I can't do on February 28.
Feel free to send me a birthday message, wish me a Happy Birthday on my wall, o post a picture on my club on March 1. I'm not begging. It's up to you. tu can do all of the above if tu want. Again, I'm not begging. It's up to you. If you're already twenty o older, feel free to tell me what's it's like. Do tu feel like an adult? If so, when did tu start feeling like an adult?
I'll be honest. I'm not ready to be an adult. Starting March 1, I won't be a teenager anymore. I have less than a mes as a teenager. I'll wake up on March 1, and I'll be an adult. I just don't feel ready. Of course, those who are already adults have told me that there's not much difference between nineteen and twenty. I mean, there's nothing I can do on March 1 that I can't do on February 28.
Feel free to send me a birthday message, wish me a Happy Birthday on my wall, o post a picture on my club on March 1. I'm not begging. It's up to you. tu can do all of the above if tu want. Again, I'm not begging. It's up to you. If you're already twenty o older, feel free to tell me what's it's like. Do tu feel like an adult? If so, when did tu start feeling like an adult?