I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH!
:sigh: I don't post as much anymore. I guess I've been keeping myself busy. Funny though, I still don't study enough... That's really not funny at all. I got an email from the school, concerned about my grades. I have to work harder. I think my scholarships even depend on a 3.0 gpa... and there's NO reason why I can't get a 3.0, at least.
A girl walked out of one of the buildings on campus yesterday and I heard her mention how "miserable" it was outside to the girl she was walking with. I wish she could have felt the way I did when I walked outside. I love fall, so very much.
I went on a really long walk yesterday. It was amazing. The weather, to die for. I was really out for an hour or more. There was this little six year old (wish I could remember his name) that was riding his trike on a completely empty street and was very sociable. After not hearing a sound for like 30 minutes, "what's your name? I'm six. Where are you going? I'm riding around the block on my bike..." I think I'm in love with him. so cute.
I walked down nearly every street in my neighborhood on the side where there are yield signs rather than stop signs. So many of the houses are so nice. They almost all look like the kind of houses people that live very charmed lives would live in; even though they're not large, they're so comfortable and cozy. I think my life use to feel like that.
So I've decided that I never want people to think of me as mature (this is a breakthrough)I could handle being naive for the rest of my life. At least in my interaction with other people. I still want to learn and grow with the mind of a 19 year old. But there was this video we watched last year in English of this writer and she said that she, "[refused] to stop being surprised by the world around [her]" I want to be like that. Like an eight year old forever... and forever away from the "real world" I'm aware that that sounds weird. But I've looked back on times when people called me mature, and I think I would rather someone think of me as elementary school sweet. Like, when you don't know any better but to trust people and be kind, like that six year old riding his trike. (granted some young kids are total brats) I think living like that would be a good thing. I wish I could know now, what I knew in third grade. There was something perfectly magical about what I knew, and I lost it.
I'm going to do SO much reading today. I want to get a lot done. That's all college is so far. One big test to see if you can read, how well you can read, and then how well you can recall what you read. silly college
:sigh: I don't post as much anymore. I guess I've been keeping myself busy. Funny though, I still don't study enough... That's really not funny at all. I got an email from the school, concerned about my grades. I have to work harder. I think my scholarships even depend on a 3.0 gpa... and there's NO reason why I can't get a 3.0, at least.
A girl walked out of one of the buildings on campus yesterday and I heard her mention how "miserable" it was outside to the girl she was walking with. I wish she could have felt the way I did when I walked outside. I love fall, so very much.
I went on a really long walk yesterday. It was amazing. The weather, to die for. I was really out for an hour or more. There was this little six year old (wish I could remember his name) that was riding his trike on a completely empty street and was very sociable. After not hearing a sound for like 30 minutes, "what's your name? I'm six. Where are you going? I'm riding around the block on my bike..." I think I'm in love with him. so cute.
I walked down nearly every street in my neighborhood on the side where there are yield signs rather than stop signs. So many of the houses are so nice. They almost all look like the kind of houses people that live very charmed lives would live in; even though they're not large, they're so comfortable and cozy. I think my life use to feel like that.
So I've decided that I never want people to think of me as mature (this is a breakthrough)I could handle being naive for the rest of my life. At least in my interaction with other people. I still want to learn and grow with the mind of a 19 year old. But there was this video we watched last year in English of this writer and she said that she, "[refused] to stop being surprised by the world around [her]" I want to be like that. Like an eight year old forever... and forever away from the "real world" I'm aware that that sounds weird. But I've looked back on times when people called me mature, and I think I would rather someone think of me as elementary school sweet. Like, when you don't know any better but to trust people and be kind, like that six year old riding his trike. (granted some young kids are total brats) I think living like that would be a good thing. I wish I could know now, what I knew in third grade. There was something perfectly magical about what I knew, and I lost it.
I'm going to do SO much reading today. I want to get a lot done. That's all college is so far. One big test to see if you can read, how well you can read, and then how well you can recall what you read. silly college