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I seriously cannot get "Cantate Domino" out of my head. It's been replaying non-stop for pretty much three hours now...gah...
So...I'm working on a new play. Katrina and Meg really seemed to like it when we read the first four pages yesterday. Paul wants to help me shape and mold it, maybe even workshop it, until it's "finished". (Semantically speaking: how can writing truly ever be "finished"? Notice the quotes, eh? DAMN YOU A.P. ENGLISH I AM YOUR SLAAAAVE...lol...uh, anyway...)
I actually did my homework tonight. It's funny how you have so little work to do, and you just start slacking. But when you have tons to do, you always manage to finish it somehow...hmm...I'm such a procrastinator. But it's getting to a scary level, because now I'm just like, "Pffttt, I don't have to do stuff tonight. I'll just do it tomorrow in study hall." And then I wind up not having enough time. I'm such an idiot.
At any rate--holy crap I'm going to be 18 in a month and five days. Woooo!...? I think the 21st is the day before vacation...why is it always *the day before*??? It always seems to work out that way. Hmm...anywho, I want to have everybody over. But we need to do something cool/fun. Like, do one of those murder mystery parties or something else that's totally goofy and childish. I have such mixed feelings about growing up. I guess we all do. I'm so psyched for college and starting life anew (hopefully in NY.) But...on the other hand...childhood was just so simple and happy (most of it, anyway.) It's hard to leave all that behind.
For the most part, I'm at peace. At peace with the world, school, friends, myself. Okay, not so much myself...but I'm getting there. Over all, life is just really, really good.
I'll leave you with possibly the Best. Animated. Short. Ever. It pretty much sums everything up. Yep. Just like that Langston Hughes poem. Without dreams, life is a broken-winged bird. Or, in the kiwi's case, a small-winged bird that cannot fly.
So...I'm working on a new play. Katrina and Meg really seemed to like it when we read the first four pages yesterday. Paul wants to help me shape and mold it, maybe even workshop it, until it's "finished". (Semantically speaking: how can writing truly ever be "finished"? Notice the quotes, eh? DAMN YOU A.P. ENGLISH I AM YOUR SLAAAAVE...lol...uh, anyway...)
I actually did my homework tonight. It's funny how you have so little work to do, and you just start slacking. But when you have tons to do, you always manage to finish it somehow...hmm...I'm such a procrastinator. But it's getting to a scary level, because now I'm just like, "Pffttt, I don't have to do stuff tonight. I'll just do it tomorrow in study hall." And then I wind up not having enough time. I'm such an idiot.
At any rate--holy crap I'm going to be 18 in a month and five days. Woooo!...? I think the 21st is the day before vacation...why is it always *the day before*??? It always seems to work out that way. Hmm...anywho, I want to have everybody over. But we need to do something cool/fun. Like, do one of those murder mystery parties or something else that's totally goofy and childish. I have such mixed feelings about growing up. I guess we all do. I'm so psyched for college and starting life anew (hopefully in NY.) But...on the other hand...childhood was just so simple and happy (most of it, anyway.) It's hard to leave all that behind.
For the most part, I'm at peace. At peace with the world, school, friends, myself. Okay, not so much myself...but I'm getting there. Over all, life is just really, really good.
I'll leave you with possibly the Best. Animated. Short. Ever. It pretty much sums everything up. Yep. Just like that Langston Hughes poem. Without dreams, life is a broken-winged bird. Or, in the kiwi's case, a small-winged bird that cannot fly.