Aye jesus
Holy shit. This is possibly the longest I have ever gone without updating Livejournal. I really think I may be outgrowing it. And not in the sense of "i am too old for livejournal". More in the sense of "I am not as interested in sharing my life with the world cuz it's just not as fun any more." But whatevz. I like having these entries for myself just to serve as a reminder of who I was on March 20, 2007 or whatever.
P.s., since my last entry, my LJ has officially turned 4 years old. Actually, on February 8, it was 4 years old. So yeah. If you ever want to know what the last 4 years of my life have been like, go back and read. I do it sometimes. I like to reflect. I'm weird like that. I was horrified when Mikala deleted her journal and burned all her paper ones. I cling to the past. I cling to other people's pasts. I just like the past. The future's good too...it's generally just the present i have a problem with.
Do you have a song, or maybe more than one song, that can instantly take you back to a certain feeling or time in your life the instant you hear it? Today, Brahm's Piano Concerto #2 starting playing on my iTunes. I hadn't heard it in forever...at least not since mid-summer, and as soon as the opening note played I was instantly back in my little green Volvo...the leaves were just starting to turn green and it had rained earlier but the sun was out now. I was either on my way to DR or just coming home from drama. I remember those days so clearly...early spring/late winter in Dighton, the combination of warm and cold, the prospect of graduation looming overhead, the excitement and worry about Red, Hot, and Cole, listening to Classical 102.5 in my car. Sometimes I would just drive around after school on the Dighton and Rehoboth backroads purposely trying to get myself lost. For some reason, this song brought these memories swelling up like a hurricane wave. It made me happy, and a little sad, because with great memories there is always the knowledge that you only have so much time before that feeling fades...you will always have the mental pictures stuck in your mind, your recollection of past events from repeating the stories outloud or in your head, but you will always eventually lose the FEELING...what exactly it felt like to be in that situation, with those people, at that setting, at that time, with those words, with that one song.
DR wasn't all bad. In fact, not at all. I wouldn't say I miss high school, but maybe that i miss the second half of senior year. I think 2006 was the best year of my life.
And now the London Philharmonic version of Baba O'Riley is playing, and all I can feel is Summer 2006. I am full of chills and happiness and bittersweet sadness and hope. Summer seemed like it would always be so fresh and perfect in my mind, but even those memories are starting to fade. The feeling, anyway.
Christ, life is weird.
I can't wait until this summer. I love the summer. I love the air when it's warm. I love fireflies. I love free time. I love my friends. I love the thought of all my friends being home at once. We're building a wiffleball field in Duane's backyard. I am probably going back to work at Blockbuster. I think I secretly love it there. I can't wait for fucking school to be over.
By the way, I think I am staying at BU next year. Well, I haven't applied to transfer anywhere. So I am pretty much stuck here, o get it (<3). But yes. I'm living with my friend Meghan and her roommate Meredith next semester in a Brownstone. That should be interesting, and by interesting i mean fun times.
I have made it my goal to lose 10 pounds by the end of this semester. I have 6 weeks. I think I can do it. But how many times have I sworn I would lose 10 pounds by whenever? Oh well. I have a kickass gym here. I worked out last night! And i better do it again today or I will kill myself. Not really. It's the eating that's my big trouble. I love food. I really do.
I miss drama. I miss singing. I miss music. I miss my friends.
But it's ok. My roommate sucks. I think at the end of the year I will compile a list of ridiculous Emma moments. I will call it "My roommate blows giant ass."
Aw. i just remembered camping in Mikala's yard on the dew-drenched ground.
I WANT SUMMER!
And i'm still wicked in love.
P.s., since my last entry, my LJ has officially turned 4 years old. Actually, on February 8, it was 4 years old. So yeah. If you ever want to know what the last 4 years of my life have been like, go back and read. I do it sometimes. I like to reflect. I'm weird like that. I was horrified when Mikala deleted her journal and burned all her paper ones. I cling to the past. I cling to other people's pasts. I just like the past. The future's good too...it's generally just the present i have a problem with.
Do you have a song, or maybe more than one song, that can instantly take you back to a certain feeling or time in your life the instant you hear it? Today, Brahm's Piano Concerto #2 starting playing on my iTunes. I hadn't heard it in forever...at least not since mid-summer, and as soon as the opening note played I was instantly back in my little green Volvo...the leaves were just starting to turn green and it had rained earlier but the sun was out now. I was either on my way to DR or just coming home from drama. I remember those days so clearly...early spring/late winter in Dighton, the combination of warm and cold, the prospect of graduation looming overhead, the excitement and worry about Red, Hot, and Cole, listening to Classical 102.5 in my car. Sometimes I would just drive around after school on the Dighton and Rehoboth backroads purposely trying to get myself lost. For some reason, this song brought these memories swelling up like a hurricane wave. It made me happy, and a little sad, because with great memories there is always the knowledge that you only have so much time before that feeling fades...you will always have the mental pictures stuck in your mind, your recollection of past events from repeating the stories outloud or in your head, but you will always eventually lose the FEELING...what exactly it felt like to be in that situation, with those people, at that setting, at that time, with those words, with that one song.
DR wasn't all bad. In fact, not at all. I wouldn't say I miss high school, but maybe that i miss the second half of senior year. I think 2006 was the best year of my life.
And now the London Philharmonic version of Baba O'Riley is playing, and all I can feel is Summer 2006. I am full of chills and happiness and bittersweet sadness and hope. Summer seemed like it would always be so fresh and perfect in my mind, but even those memories are starting to fade. The feeling, anyway.
Christ, life is weird.
I can't wait until this summer. I love the summer. I love the air when it's warm. I love fireflies. I love free time. I love my friends. I love the thought of all my friends being home at once. We're building a wiffleball field in Duane's backyard. I am probably going back to work at Blockbuster. I think I secretly love it there. I can't wait for fucking school to be over.
By the way, I think I am staying at BU next year. Well, I haven't applied to transfer anywhere. So I am pretty much stuck here, o get it (<3). But yes. I'm living with my friend Meghan and her roommate Meredith next semester in a Brownstone. That should be interesting, and by interesting i mean fun times.
I have made it my goal to lose 10 pounds by the end of this semester. I have 6 weeks. I think I can do it. But how many times have I sworn I would lose 10 pounds by whenever? Oh well. I have a kickass gym here. I worked out last night! And i better do it again today or I will kill myself. Not really. It's the eating that's my big trouble. I love food. I really do.
I miss drama. I miss singing. I miss music. I miss my friends.
But it's ok. My roommate sucks. I think at the end of the year I will compile a list of ridiculous Emma moments. I will call it "My roommate blows giant ass."
Aw. i just remembered camping in Mikala's yard on the dew-drenched ground.
I WANT SUMMER!
And i'm still wicked in love.