i live in a box
it's my room. i never leave it except for soccer and occasionally errands and stuff [which is pretty much every day, except those things aren't particularly fun, so they don't count as anything]. sometimes i get a lucky chance to see people, like marissa, grant, and alan, but mostly it's me and my little cousins. of course i see michael almost every day too, and that's good. it's kind of weird because it's not like i've left my friends or anything; i've just been confined to my obligations to school and soccer, but michael has had to work double-time to fill in the gaps that my friends left. poor michael, he's probably so sick of seeing me, and he still has his own friends and his own life to attend to. and i'm sad too, because i've hardly seen any of you guys, and the ones i have seen i saw only briefly.
it's summer but it feels only slighty less stressful than school. i still have a laundry list of things to do, and every day i'm at my computer or doing some kind of work. freaking out about college, soccer, ib requirements, correspondance, whatever, you name it, it's there.
do we ever get a break?
i'm starting to think it wasn't such a good idea to go to california; the only thing that i got out of it that's helped me so far is visiting schools. but after i developed this picture, i felt a lot better:
so, while i have no social life outside of my phone and aim, i can be content that i spent SOME small part of my summer doing what kids ought to do... having fun.