Letter #1 for Mikeh
This is going to be my first in a series of letters to you, And I don't really know how to start. I am, by nature, a relatively bad correspondant, so I hope you'll bear with me. I don't have anything to talk about yet, but I wanted to leave you a message anyway...I'm not even gone yet, though I will be when you read this, and even though I'm talking to you right now, I already miss you. I can't imagine what it's going to be like spending two weeks without you, which makes me feel kind of pathetic. At camp, I will have barely any free time, but I plan to spend that time writing to you, since at camp they have a few rules about contraband. Basically you can't bring music in english, or books in english, unless they're about china. Anyway, tommorrow is my last day of summer school. I'm really nervous, because I hate speech. All I managed in this class, was to humiliate myself in front of a large group of people. But even though that's true, I'd still rather take it all over again and spend more time with you.
Abby and I were talking today, and we want to visit Canada after our senior year. Don't freak out. We aren't crazy stalkers, or anything. But I guess since you're shy, you might not like that idea... Even if you don't though, that's okay. It made me happy enough to think about it (I feel like a dork writing that '-'; ). I haven't said much to you today, and I want to take the time to appologize here. I don't want to give you the wrong impression. It's not because I don't want to talk to you. I just don't seem to have the words to articulate my distress, and so I just end up sitting here, staring at my screen like a retard. I plan to bring my Mikeh pillow to sleep with, and a plushie, or stuffed animal of some variant. I also hope to bring my dearly beloved, orange, fuzzy blanket. It reminds me of a lot of things, yourself included.
I feel almost like I'm going to cry, which is dumb, because I'm not a crier by nature. I'm tired, but I can't seem to make myself leave. I know that I won't see you again for two weeks, not including this weekend even. I'll be thinking of you a lot, (I don't want to say the whole time, because I'm sure that would royally creep you out, especially in regards to the awkward issue of showering) and the more I talk about it, the more I miss you. It wasn't so bad last year, because I didn't really have anyone that I cared for that I couldn't write letters to. Then I just missed the usual stuff, like my family, and my dog. Probably because when I'm among my peers, I'm awkward. I wish you could go with me, hide in my backpack and then we could run around camp together. They have two events that are noteworthy during the two week residence at Sun Lin Hu (My camp). Those two events are I-Day, or the day when you go to the festival involving all of the camps, and the dance. I won't have much fun at the dance, but there's nothing to read, so I might as well go and make fun of people.
I don't want you to be sad though, because I'll be thinking of you a lot, and keeping track of the things that I want to tell you, though I'll probably forget them all when I get home, due to being so happy to see you. I'm bringing my notebook, so I can write you letters. They may not end up as long as this one, and they'll probably take longer, but I want you to check every day, just in case (You don't have to if it's too inconvenient). I'm going to draw you little pictures too. I don't know if you want them, but I'll do it anyway, even if only to show that I miss you, and I'm thinking about you. (You must think this letter sounds so sappy and dumb...). I don't know if I ever told you, but the one time I went up to the lake this summer, I spent the entire weekend sleeping. That was because I missed you too. I didn't tell you that, because I thought it sounded stalker-ish...
I wrote Abby's address on my hand in permanent marker so that I won't lose it. I wanted to be sure that I would have it to send letters to you. Of course, you won't know this until tommorow when you wake up, and by then I'll be gone. I'm so tired...I just want to fall asleep, but I won't. Not until you go to bed. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. Even though it's stupid, I keep thinking you'll replace me with someone better while I'm gone. My speech is going to be shitty tommorow, because I spent the entire day talking to you, but It was worth it ^-^.
"give me your hand,
the dog in the garden roam,
is covered in mud,
and dragging your mothers clothes,
cinder and smoke,
the snake in the basement found,
the juniper shade,
the farmhouse is burnin down.
give me your hand,
and take what you will tonight,
ill give it as fast,
and high as the flame will rise,
cinder and smoke,
some whispers around the trees,
the juniper bends,
as if you were listening.
give me your hand,
your mother is drunk as all,
the firemen shake,
a photo from father's arms,
cinder and smoke,
youll ask me to pray for rain,
with ash in your mouth,
youll ask it to burn again."
Two weeks will go by fast. And I hope you can have a little fun while I'm gone...That song...above Is one of my favorites...I put it in here because it makes me think of you (because it was on my cd that I brought to the lake where I spent so much time missing you) (not in a creepy stalker way).
I love you,
Shannon
Abby and I were talking today, and we want to visit Canada after our senior year. Don't freak out. We aren't crazy stalkers, or anything. But I guess since you're shy, you might not like that idea... Even if you don't though, that's okay. It made me happy enough to think about it (I feel like a dork writing that '-'; ). I haven't said much to you today, and I want to take the time to appologize here. I don't want to give you the wrong impression. It's not because I don't want to talk to you. I just don't seem to have the words to articulate my distress, and so I just end up sitting here, staring at my screen like a retard. I plan to bring my Mikeh pillow to sleep with, and a plushie, or stuffed animal of some variant. I also hope to bring my dearly beloved, orange, fuzzy blanket. It reminds me of a lot of things, yourself included.
I feel almost like I'm going to cry, which is dumb, because I'm not a crier by nature. I'm tired, but I can't seem to make myself leave. I know that I won't see you again for two weeks, not including this weekend even. I'll be thinking of you a lot, (I don't want to say the whole time, because I'm sure that would royally creep you out, especially in regards to the awkward issue of showering) and the more I talk about it, the more I miss you. It wasn't so bad last year, because I didn't really have anyone that I cared for that I couldn't write letters to. Then I just missed the usual stuff, like my family, and my dog. Probably because when I'm among my peers, I'm awkward. I wish you could go with me, hide in my backpack and then we could run around camp together. They have two events that are noteworthy during the two week residence at Sun Lin Hu (My camp). Those two events are I-Day, or the day when you go to the festival involving all of the camps, and the dance. I won't have much fun at the dance, but there's nothing to read, so I might as well go and make fun of people.
I don't want you to be sad though, because I'll be thinking of you a lot, and keeping track of the things that I want to tell you, though I'll probably forget them all when I get home, due to being so happy to see you. I'm bringing my notebook, so I can write you letters. They may not end up as long as this one, and they'll probably take longer, but I want you to check every day, just in case (You don't have to if it's too inconvenient). I'm going to draw you little pictures too. I don't know if you want them, but I'll do it anyway, even if only to show that I miss you, and I'm thinking about you. (You must think this letter sounds so sappy and dumb...). I don't know if I ever told you, but the one time I went up to the lake this summer, I spent the entire weekend sleeping. That was because I missed you too. I didn't tell you that, because I thought it sounded stalker-ish...
I wrote Abby's address on my hand in permanent marker so that I won't lose it. I wanted to be sure that I would have it to send letters to you. Of course, you won't know this until tommorow when you wake up, and by then I'll be gone. I'm so tired...I just want to fall asleep, but I won't. Not until you go to bed. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. Even though it's stupid, I keep thinking you'll replace me with someone better while I'm gone. My speech is going to be shitty tommorow, because I spent the entire day talking to you, but It was worth it ^-^.
"give me your hand,
the dog in the garden roam,
is covered in mud,
and dragging your mothers clothes,
cinder and smoke,
the snake in the basement found,
the juniper shade,
the farmhouse is burnin down.
give me your hand,
and take what you will tonight,
ill give it as fast,
and high as the flame will rise,
cinder and smoke,
some whispers around the trees,
the juniper bends,
as if you were listening.
give me your hand,
your mother is drunk as all,
the firemen shake,
a photo from father's arms,
cinder and smoke,
youll ask me to pray for rain,
with ash in your mouth,
youll ask it to burn again."
Two weeks will go by fast. And I hope you can have a little fun while I'm gone...That song...above Is one of my favorites...I put it in here because it makes me think of you (because it was on my cd that I brought to the lake where I spent so much time missing you) (not in a creepy stalker way).
I love you,
Shannon