6:03 AM
It's 6:03 in the morning. I haven't gone to bed yet. The TV is off, Noire is on my left sleeping on a pile of socks. There's complete silence save the humming of the computer and the snores escaping Noire. For some reason morning (my sense of the word) is a time for thinking. I was looking through a binder from 8th grade. It had math homework, American history, something on eyesight...It amazes me to think that was five years ago. And then I go thinking about other things. Like lately I've been missing tenth grade a lot. The was one of my best school years. Going to bed at three because I was talking to friends, getting up at six, when I actually used a phone, hard to believe, I know, but I did. Having French for the first time (well, a REAL French class), enjoying time spent in the "Corner" in English and getting yelled at. Orch. was fun then too. Last class of the day, saying funny things...It's odd. So many memories and so many of them come flooding back to me. This is just a random post, since I haven't done one in a long time. I'm thinking that I also need to see some old friends. I miss them. I wonder how much has changed. Which makes me think of something else-I was reading my planner. There was a list of "Things I wish I knew about college..." and one was "I wish I knew how much I would change" or something to that effect, to which I said aloud, "I don't think I've changed." But my Dad said I have. I don't see it. I feel the same. Has four months really done something to me? Okay. This post is random-from a snoring cat to friends to changes.