I ended up buying Where The Wild Things Are, ahem, Donde Viven Los Monstruos. It’s cute- even in Spanish, which surprisingly, I understood. I’m excited to read it in class tomorrow.
This weekend was pretty successful. The Ben Kweller concert was fantastic, free, and benefited the American Red Cross. My photoshoot with Jen went smoothly, and I think she’s happy with the grad shots. My best guy friend asked me to come to prom at my old school.
Also, this week is only four days. Four fantastically short days. It’s going to be a good week.
that I am becoming nothing to those I love the most. Out of sight, out of mind. However, they’re forever on my mind, constant remembrance, reminiscing. Do they think of me as they walk through the halls of the high school I so long attended? Does driving past my old neighborhood bring back the sound of my laughter, distant and distinct? As they sit numbly in band class pondering the meaning of life and the world in general, do they look to where I would sit, and wonder what I’m doing or how I am?
I do. I sit and think of what it would be like to see them walking my new hallways and sitting behind me in this new and strange band. I numbly bite into my sandwich at lunch and nod through the conversation as I remember how vivid and obnoxious our lunches used to be. Not a day goes by when I don’t wonder how different the day would be had I not left. I’m trying to move on, sure, but sometimes you can’t help but question.
Maybe someday we’ll all find our way back together. The world is small, after all.
Today, my stomach has completely matched my mood. Consistently churning, and rejecting everything that comes its way. I’m lonely folks, and more then ever, I ache for a place to call home. It’s not here, and sadly, no longer there. I feel something coming though, some sort of wind, some change. Then again, I’ve misinterpreted these slight drafts before.
I’m up in the woods. I’m down on my mind. I’m building a still to slow down the time.
Think back to one event that you wouldn't mind reliving. What event is it, and why?
Leadership Camp during this previous summer.
It was the last real time I had with all of my friends from my old town, and though the fire alarms were annoying and it was an extremely tiring trip, it combined all the aspects of my life that I used to love. My friends, laughter, and marching band.
My friend Olivia and I are running off to NYC, renting an apartment, and buying two cats (named Helen and Ellen). The apartment shall be decorated with all sorts of horridly nerdy things, good design, art, lights, and silly quotes.
I’m sick and tired of spending my weekends sleeping, watching movies, and wasting away behind this computer alone. All I want is someone who will come over, sit on the bridge in the park with me and talk about life, music, movies, and if I’m lucky, design. I want someone to waste the rest of my high school days with.
I didn’t think that was much to ask. Sorry for the awful mood.