now there's no place I could be (but here in your arms)
Tomorrow I graduate.
Tonight my Uncle Russ, Aunt Linda, and Virginia come in from different locales. (hooray!)
Wow. I had a dream last night that I updated my livejournal and it really felt quite good. Of course, later in that dream I found 100 dollars on the supermarket/hockey rink floor but then gave it back to the owner - and then my teeth began to break and bleed in my mouth. At least it began well.
What to say? No matter my myspace, and more importantly, facebook account, livejournal is my first and foremost love, and to it I remain faithful. The openness, the blank space begging to be filled with memories and opinions, dreams and fears, it just draws me in. I'm sorry for neglecting you, but I've just been living life so fully I forget to chronicle whole weeks of my life.
It's a very strange sentiment, seeing that a year ago I was desperately tapping out every second. A testament to growing up, perhaps. . .Emma and I lost our last match to a couple of poorly-disguised wenches of Satan, but could hardly be called a loss - the wind was such that balls would be driven from midcourt to the fence, and birds were blown backwards. At one point, I backhanded a ball into a nearby field. "Home run!" Emma and I cheered.
I had a total of 5 AP tests, being another reason why I abandoned my virtual diary here - the last, being Spanish literature, was the equivalent of wordmaster's in Spanish. Yergh.
My locker's almost cleaned out, and my classes are all done. Despite that, I've scampered to school at least once every day this week, if only to see that one smile.
Think of the car, traveling along humidity-misted roads and puddles on asphalt. Think of the birds heralding her approach.
Reflections later, I supppose, it's a young, lovely night!
night and love,
your bemused graduate
Tonight my Uncle Russ, Aunt Linda, and Virginia come in from different locales. (hooray!)
Wow. I had a dream last night that I updated my livejournal and it really felt quite good. Of course, later in that dream I found 100 dollars on the supermarket/hockey rink floor but then gave it back to the owner - and then my teeth began to break and bleed in my mouth. At least it began well.
What to say? No matter my myspace, and more importantly, facebook account, livejournal is my first and foremost love, and to it I remain faithful. The openness, the blank space begging to be filled with memories and opinions, dreams and fears, it just draws me in. I'm sorry for neglecting you, but I've just been living life so fully I forget to chronicle whole weeks of my life.
It's a very strange sentiment, seeing that a year ago I was desperately tapping out every second. A testament to growing up, perhaps. . .Emma and I lost our last match to a couple of poorly-disguised wenches of Satan, but could hardly be called a loss - the wind was such that balls would be driven from midcourt to the fence, and birds were blown backwards. At one point, I backhanded a ball into a nearby field. "Home run!" Emma and I cheered.
I had a total of 5 AP tests, being another reason why I abandoned my virtual diary here - the last, being Spanish literature, was the equivalent of wordmaster's in Spanish. Yergh.
My locker's almost cleaned out, and my classes are all done. Despite that, I've scampered to school at least once every day this week, if only to see that one smile.
Think of the car, traveling along humidity-misted roads and puddles on asphalt. Think of the birds heralding her approach.
Reflections later, I supppose, it's a young, lovely night!
night and love,
your bemused graduate