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The last post I made was from back when I was still in Spain.
A lot went down in 1.5 months. Summer '07 was brief but good, full of the same alcoholic friends I've had since I was about 13. It's nice to have stability. Some things never change. Some things probably should, but who am I to be logical?
Senior year doesn't feel too different from any other year, except every time I find something interesting in class or in a reading or on TV, I debate about whether or not I should dedicate my life to the pursuit of that knowledge.
I have no real goals or ambitions, and May 12th 2008 scares the shit out of me. My current (completely serious) plans are: a road trip, a few days of hiking with my dad, and following Kaitlyn to whatever city she winds up in. Even if it's AC.
So, moral of the story: I am a work in progress. Somedays I'm a mess. Somedays I have the instruction manual. But really, I just try to remember to take my keys with me when I leave the house, and call it a success.
Most days I just think about how much I like dinosaurs. And Disney.
I should go work for Disney...
That's enough now. I'm exhausted, but can't sleep.
Righto. Time to go dream that I win the lottery, and don't have to worry about trivial things like how will I be able to afford food...
A lot went down in 1.5 months. Summer '07 was brief but good, full of the same alcoholic friends I've had since I was about 13. It's nice to have stability. Some things never change. Some things probably should, but who am I to be logical?
Senior year doesn't feel too different from any other year, except every time I find something interesting in class or in a reading or on TV, I debate about whether or not I should dedicate my life to the pursuit of that knowledge.
I have no real goals or ambitions, and May 12th 2008 scares the shit out of me. My current (completely serious) plans are: a road trip, a few days of hiking with my dad, and following Kaitlyn to whatever city she winds up in. Even if it's AC.
So, moral of the story: I am a work in progress. Somedays I'm a mess. Somedays I have the instruction manual. But really, I just try to remember to take my keys with me when I leave the house, and call it a success.
Most days I just think about how much I like dinosaurs. And Disney.
I should go work for Disney...
That's enough now. I'm exhausted, but can't sleep.
Righto. Time to go dream that I win the lottery, and don't have to worry about trivial things like how will I be able to afford food...