Feelin' good.
Something that I very much dislike about my bodily habits is my resistance to tears. I have such a hard time crying, and I wish it were not so. Most of the time, all of my emotions bottle up over about a four month period. Then, one day, it all comes out in a random storm of forgotten emotions. Also, my tears seem to come out in the strangest of movies. Seriously. I find myself sobbing in movies like Elf. I find it odd, and I wish that I could cry more often and more readily.
I submitted my application to the ole University of Georgia. This is the second time around, and I feel like I have a strong application this time, so I am in high confidence.
For the past few months, I have acquired an unhealthy obsession with a house that sits on the edge of Sever Road. It allows its owners to live a quiet life behind a faded, white brick wall. This beautiful creation must have been built very long ago because it reminds me of an old southern style mansion. The property extends far behind the actual house, and there are many things like stables, tennis courts, and its own pond that completely accessorize the house. In not so many words, this house is remarkably beautiful. And though this home is hypnotizing enough with only its visual self-representation, I have an overwhelming amount of interest for the mystery of this house. In all of my years of living not a mile away from its front door, I have never seen it open. I have never seen anyone go in or go out. Strangely enough, I become entangled in depression upon even looking at the house when I pass it by on my bicycle or in my car. It makes me so sad to even be near it. I am puzzled by this because it is only a house, and why should I be so entranced by this home when I have really never had anything to do with it? I bring this up tonight because I was doing my homework about an hour ago when "Sleep" by Azure Ray started playing on my computer, and it made me think about the house. This house is slowly making its place in my head for good, and I need some kind of resolution as to why that is. Perhaps I should ring the doorbell, or maybe I should climb the fence like Daryll says. I need to do something. I become so sad when I see it or think about it.
On a much less creepy note, the air felt so great today. Nicole and I had a me and you kind of day at the lake in her neighborhood. Just sitting in the swing and breathing in the air together. I love her.
On an even less creepy note, I am so thankful for the care, compassion, and kindness which come from my best good friend, Daryll. I am unsure if even I understand our relationship. I have needed him and will continue to. I look so far up to him, sometimes I strain my eyes and still can't find the peaks of his qualities. I hope he gets use out of having me as a friend. I hope I am there for him when he needs me.
I have been riding my bicycle all over the stinking roads of Lawrenceville. I am enjoying it so much.
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to hang out with Kori O. and Ryan P., and I left the experience with such a new feeling of happiness let on by two brand new friends.
I completely adore these lyrics:
Next door, there is an old man who lived to his nineties,
and, one day, passed away in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days,
and passed away.
I'm sorry. I know that's a strange way to tell you we belong, that I know...
that I am...
I am...
I am the luckiest.
I submitted my application to the ole University of Georgia. This is the second time around, and I feel like I have a strong application this time, so I am in high confidence.
For the past few months, I have acquired an unhealthy obsession with a house that sits on the edge of Sever Road. It allows its owners to live a quiet life behind a faded, white brick wall. This beautiful creation must have been built very long ago because it reminds me of an old southern style mansion. The property extends far behind the actual house, and there are many things like stables, tennis courts, and its own pond that completely accessorize the house. In not so many words, this house is remarkably beautiful. And though this home is hypnotizing enough with only its visual self-representation, I have an overwhelming amount of interest for the mystery of this house. In all of my years of living not a mile away from its front door, I have never seen it open. I have never seen anyone go in or go out. Strangely enough, I become entangled in depression upon even looking at the house when I pass it by on my bicycle or in my car. It makes me so sad to even be near it. I am puzzled by this because it is only a house, and why should I be so entranced by this home when I have really never had anything to do with it? I bring this up tonight because I was doing my homework about an hour ago when "Sleep" by Azure Ray started playing on my computer, and it made me think about the house. This house is slowly making its place in my head for good, and I need some kind of resolution as to why that is. Perhaps I should ring the doorbell, or maybe I should climb the fence like Daryll says. I need to do something. I become so sad when I see it or think about it.
On a much less creepy note, the air felt so great today. Nicole and I had a me and you kind of day at the lake in her neighborhood. Just sitting in the swing and breathing in the air together. I love her.
On an even less creepy note, I am so thankful for the care, compassion, and kindness which come from my best good friend, Daryll. I am unsure if even I understand our relationship. I have needed him and will continue to. I look so far up to him, sometimes I strain my eyes and still can't find the peaks of his qualities. I hope he gets use out of having me as a friend. I hope I am there for him when he needs me.
I have been riding my bicycle all over the stinking roads of Lawrenceville. I am enjoying it so much.
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to hang out with Kori O. and Ryan P., and I left the experience with such a new feeling of happiness let on by two brand new friends.
I completely adore these lyrics:
Next door, there is an old man who lived to his nineties,
and, one day, passed away in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days,
and passed away.
I'm sorry. I know that's a strange way to tell you we belong, that I know...
that I am...
I am...
I am the luckiest.