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I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am now. I think I've just found my niche. Of course, most happiness in life, and especially in high school life is like a bitter sweet, or the shocking taste when you bite into a kiwi. I've found myself staring into the beautiful on a daily basis; I'm seeing life through a brighter lens and am somehow able to notice wonderful details in things that I'd never been able to in the past.
(the other day, I was standing on the balcony of my uncle's house, looking out on my grandmother's acre of land, as they share the same property, and noticing how the grass was darker where the sun didn't hit, and noticing how the sun so perfectly highlighted the gazebo in the garden. everyone else was inside, and I had this moment entirely to myself, perfected by the breeze through the leaves and the sound of children playing carrying from probably a half a mile away, as my grandmother's property is in oak hill and far enough away from traffic.)
I'm hard at work on my short story. A guy goes down to Mexico and does a bunch of drugs and sees things. That's what it's about.
And once again I'm meeting Henry at Spiderhouse. This year is shaping up nicely, actually. Junior year was still better. Enjoy it while you have it, juniors.
To Lucia: I'm really sorry about Tuesday.
(the other day, I was standing on the balcony of my uncle's house, looking out on my grandmother's acre of land, as they share the same property, and noticing how the grass was darker where the sun didn't hit, and noticing how the sun so perfectly highlighted the gazebo in the garden. everyone else was inside, and I had this moment entirely to myself, perfected by the breeze through the leaves and the sound of children playing carrying from probably a half a mile away, as my grandmother's property is in oak hill and far enough away from traffic.)
I'm hard at work on my short story. A guy goes down to Mexico and does a bunch of drugs and sees things. That's what it's about.
And once again I'm meeting Henry at Spiderhouse. This year is shaping up nicely, actually. Junior year was still better. Enjoy it while you have it, juniors.
To Lucia: I'm really sorry about Tuesday.