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After perusing my last few entries, I have been led by the spirit to comment on my life.
Wait a minute. I really have nothing to say.
I guess that's because there is nothing much to say. I have two weeks before AP exams and two weeks before prom and I'm not quite sure which I am more excited about. Truth is I don't think I care much either way. I want a 5 on both tests, and I want the night to be rated a 5 on a scale of 1 to 5, 5 of course being the best f-ing time anyone could have at the dance. But maybe I ask too much.
Slight digression. Actually its a rather major digression but its my journal and I would do as I please. Its great to have friends and its great to have the ability to make your friends happy. That makes you feel good. I guess its part of being human. And I'm sure I mentioned this before but I like that feeling of humanity. I have accepted that as a human I will experience emotions that are not always joyous, but they are emotions nonetheless and there is always a bright light at the end of the tunnel. Always.
Ok, back on track. I desperately need to get to work on my speech. I have 5 weeks to come up with a f-awesome speech that will not only be interesting, but also insightful, funny, and beautiful. I want people to come away from listening to me saying "...i laughed, i cried, i learned a lot..." I hope its not too much to ask. After all, I know I am no Shakespeare. I need to start writing. I know I'm not going to put pen to paper until after prom but I guess thinking about it might make the process easier. I don't know. I don't think I've had to write a speech to present before a million people in 6 yrs at least. 6 yrs ago I was 11. I'm sure I have greatly improved. Unless of course I have lost my touch, then I'm majorly screwed.
Am I cynical? Pessimistic? I used to like to think of myself as an idealist and an optimist. I don't know if this cynicism of mine stems from growth or if I've been deceiving myself over all these years.
Yesterday, I happened to walk in while some weird karate movie thing was on the devil's box (what I have reverted to calling the television. I know not why). Anyway, I walked in as these words were being spoken and I would leave with them. Embrace them, and use them as a guide to a better life.
"The worst prison any man can be in is the one he build for himself"
I wish it were something funny but I'm sure...
Wait a minute. I really have nothing to say.
I guess that's because there is nothing much to say. I have two weeks before AP exams and two weeks before prom and I'm not quite sure which I am more excited about. Truth is I don't think I care much either way. I want a 5 on both tests, and I want the night to be rated a 5 on a scale of 1 to 5, 5 of course being the best f-ing time anyone could have at the dance. But maybe I ask too much.
Slight digression. Actually its a rather major digression but its my journal and I would do as I please. Its great to have friends and its great to have the ability to make your friends happy. That makes you feel good. I guess its part of being human. And I'm sure I mentioned this before but I like that feeling of humanity. I have accepted that as a human I will experience emotions that are not always joyous, but they are emotions nonetheless and there is always a bright light at the end of the tunnel. Always.
Ok, back on track. I desperately need to get to work on my speech. I have 5 weeks to come up with a f-awesome speech that will not only be interesting, but also insightful, funny, and beautiful. I want people to come away from listening to me saying "...i laughed, i cried, i learned a lot..." I hope its not too much to ask. After all, I know I am no Shakespeare. I need to start writing. I know I'm not going to put pen to paper until after prom but I guess thinking about it might make the process easier. I don't know. I don't think I've had to write a speech to present before a million people in 6 yrs at least. 6 yrs ago I was 11. I'm sure I have greatly improved. Unless of course I have lost my touch, then I'm majorly screwed.
Am I cynical? Pessimistic? I used to like to think of myself as an idealist and an optimist. I don't know if this cynicism of mine stems from growth or if I've been deceiving myself over all these years.
Yesterday, I happened to walk in while some weird karate movie thing was on the devil's box (what I have reverted to calling the television. I know not why). Anyway, I walked in as these words were being spoken and I would leave with them. Embrace them, and use them as a guide to a better life.
"The worst prison any man can be in is the one he build for himself"
I wish it were something funny but I'm sure...