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Upon discovering that perhaps a few more than the suspected none read this lovely journal of mine, I thought I would update in honor of those of you who actually do.
The summer has been enjoyable so far. Despite the fact that there is no school, I almost feel busier now than I do during the course of the year. I guess everyone just wants to chill with me and I have to find time to do all the things that I want. Unfortunately some things and some people are being neglected a little too much, but I am currently working on a scheme to fix all that.
I leave for the Brown summer program in a little less than a week. Crazy, huh? I remember signing up for that shit months ago and thinking that it seemed so far away. In a way I am really excited to go, but at the same time I kind of regret leaving everything behind for three weeks. I don't want to get away quite yet.
Then I'll come back for a week or so and then we're off to Italy. I've always wanted to go to Italy. And when I say always, I mean ever since I was four or so and I learned that such a place existed. For some reason I've always thought it just sounded pretty. Italy. I don't know, does that sound pretty or am I just weird? Either way, I'm pretty excited for that as well, but I feel the same way about it as I do Brown.
And then marching band camp! Of all the things to do this summer, I must say that this is what I'm looking forward to the least. Being section leader scares me. As much as I wanted it and I'm happy that I got it, I'm afraid that I won't be good at it or that the girls in my section won't listen to me. I shouldn't really worry though because I know it'll all turn out okay and that I'll pull through. I have some confidence in myself regarding flute (and piccolo!) playing and marching.
Um, what else?
Oh, as I write this, I have a little bamboo plant sitting next to me. Her name is Nandina which means heavenly bamboo. Someone suggested it and I thought it sounded cute.
It still doesn't feel like summer. I guess it just seems like a really extended spring break or something. It's hard to believe that in a couple of months I'll be a senior, I'll be seventeen and that I'll have a car. I'm excited, but sometimes I wonder how this all happened so fast. I remember being in first grade and singing in the school concerts. I remember running after the bus in the morning, falling, scraping my knee, and then crying about it all the way to school. I remember the day my sister was born. I remember lying to the nurse saying that I couldn't go out for recess because I was allergic to bees and she called my father who ruined my plan and said I wasn't telling the truth. I remember countless sleepovers and going ice skating. I remember learning how to ride a bike and crying when I fell. I remember fishing at Burnham and playing soccer. I remember loving horses and the first time I went away to camp when I was eight. I remember making puppets and putting on shows for my parents. I remember all those bitchy fights during middle school and how I thought my world was ending every time.
I miss little Lynn, but worst of all, I can't stop thinking of my parents and how good they were to me. If I could do it over, I would make a point to tell them I loved them every single day.
As pathetic as it sounds, all these memories are making me cry.
The summer has been enjoyable so far. Despite the fact that there is no school, I almost feel busier now than I do during the course of the year. I guess everyone just wants to chill with me and I have to find time to do all the things that I want. Unfortunately some things and some people are being neglected a little too much, but I am currently working on a scheme to fix all that.
I leave for the Brown summer program in a little less than a week. Crazy, huh? I remember signing up for that shit months ago and thinking that it seemed so far away. In a way I am really excited to go, but at the same time I kind of regret leaving everything behind for three weeks. I don't want to get away quite yet.
Then I'll come back for a week or so and then we're off to Italy. I've always wanted to go to Italy. And when I say always, I mean ever since I was four or so and I learned that such a place existed. For some reason I've always thought it just sounded pretty. Italy. I don't know, does that sound pretty or am I just weird? Either way, I'm pretty excited for that as well, but I feel the same way about it as I do Brown.
And then marching band camp! Of all the things to do this summer, I must say that this is what I'm looking forward to the least. Being section leader scares me. As much as I wanted it and I'm happy that I got it, I'm afraid that I won't be good at it or that the girls in my section won't listen to me. I shouldn't really worry though because I know it'll all turn out okay and that I'll pull through. I have some confidence in myself regarding flute (and piccolo!) playing and marching.
Um, what else?
Oh, as I write this, I have a little bamboo plant sitting next to me. Her name is Nandina which means heavenly bamboo. Someone suggested it and I thought it sounded cute.
It still doesn't feel like summer. I guess it just seems like a really extended spring break or something. It's hard to believe that in a couple of months I'll be a senior, I'll be seventeen and that I'll have a car. I'm excited, but sometimes I wonder how this all happened so fast. I remember being in first grade and singing in the school concerts. I remember running after the bus in the morning, falling, scraping my knee, and then crying about it all the way to school. I remember the day my sister was born. I remember lying to the nurse saying that I couldn't go out for recess because I was allergic to bees and she called my father who ruined my plan and said I wasn't telling the truth. I remember countless sleepovers and going ice skating. I remember learning how to ride a bike and crying when I fell. I remember fishing at Burnham and playing soccer. I remember loving horses and the first time I went away to camp when I was eight. I remember making puppets and putting on shows for my parents. I remember all those bitchy fights during middle school and how I thought my world was ending every time.
I miss little Lynn, but worst of all, I can't stop thinking of my parents and how good they were to me. If I could do it over, I would make a point to tell them I loved them every single day.
As pathetic as it sounds, all these memories are making me cry.