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So, for lack of anything better to do I'm writing. I'm at the library in Three Lakes, Wisconsin. It's a nice library for being in the middle of nowhere. I kind of like being in the middle of nowhere sometimes. I was working on my research of that essay that I'm not even close to being done with, but got bored with it. This is the last time I take an independent study class. I just don't have the motivation to pull it off.
I got a library card here. I now have two library cards. I guess that means I've started my collection. I'll have to let Chris know. A while ago we had the idea to get as many library cards as possible from places all over the country. When I go back to Omaha I will have to get a library card there.
I like it up here, but there is nothing to do. Maybe that's why I like it. I have a reason to take naps at five in the afternoon. I have a reason to run off the the library for hours. I have a reason to lay by the lake and burn in the sun. I have a reason to do nothing.
My brother and my cousin Hennessey got tickets on the lake yesterday. They were each driving a jet ski and apparently they got too close to each other, within 100 feet. The cop pulled them over. $168 each.
The house I'm staying in is falling apart. Bronken is supposed to fix everything while my uncle Andy pays the rent. Bronken (awfully similar to the word 'broken') doesn't fix anything.
My cousin Jordan is four years old. She loves Star Wars. We were watching it this morning. She knew the name of every character excepting Han Solo. Her favorite is Darth Vader. When I asked her why she told me it was because he is a man. Sam, her brother who is almost three, doesn't remember my name.
I bought a piano. It should be coming in the mail when I get home. I'm really excited about it. It's super nice and I got it for half price, although it was still pretty expensive.
I think drinking coffee makes me tired. Is that weird?
I love driving up here. Excepting the main road in town, there really aren't any speed limit. I have never seen a cop either. All the police are on the lakes giving Justins and Hennesseys tickets.
When I get back from Wisconsin I have two weeks left of camp. After camp is over I have one week left until I go back to Omaha. This summer seemed to go by quickly. It's hard going back and forth. As soon as you get settled in one city it's time to go back to the other. But I need both. I can't just choose one. As much as I want to see everyone in Omaha again, I can't even think about leaving some of the people here. College is too hard for me, in more ways than one. I'm nervous just thinking about it.
I don't really have much more to write, but if I go back to Andy's I will just end up sitting on the couch. Maybe I will rent a sweet documentary I can watch when I get back. I reall want to check out a book, but I know if I do I will read that instead of writing my paper like I should.
Hennessey has been reading the new Harry Potter book constantly. It's pretty much glued to her hands. Yesterday she started talking to me about how she was a dark witch and could speak parcel tongue or something. I started to ignore her because of the fact I couldn't understand what she was saying.
I just woke up, but I could go for a nap. I think I'm going to set a world record for naps this week.
I started writing a song the other day. I have some words and a tune. When I get home maybe I'll sit down at my piano and attempt to compose some music. It should be interesting. I assume it won't be a very good song, but at least it will be a song that I have written, and that will be enough.
They are talking about rain up here. That would be nice. I love the rain. My bed here is right next to a wall of windows. I can see the woods and down to the lake. That scene would be nice to look at in a rainstorm. Come to think of it, the whole side of the house is covered in windows. I like it. I love it here, but I don't think I coudl handle living in such a small town.
My brain is exhausted of things to write right now. Not completely, but nothing left is relevant. I think I shall return home.
I got a library card here. I now have two library cards. I guess that means I've started my collection. I'll have to let Chris know. A while ago we had the idea to get as many library cards as possible from places all over the country. When I go back to Omaha I will have to get a library card there.
I like it up here, but there is nothing to do. Maybe that's why I like it. I have a reason to take naps at five in the afternoon. I have a reason to run off the the library for hours. I have a reason to lay by the lake and burn in the sun. I have a reason to do nothing.
My brother and my cousin Hennessey got tickets on the lake yesterday. They were each driving a jet ski and apparently they got too close to each other, within 100 feet. The cop pulled them over. $168 each.
The house I'm staying in is falling apart. Bronken is supposed to fix everything while my uncle Andy pays the rent. Bronken (awfully similar to the word 'broken') doesn't fix anything.
My cousin Jordan is four years old. She loves Star Wars. We were watching it this morning. She knew the name of every character excepting Han Solo. Her favorite is Darth Vader. When I asked her why she told me it was because he is a man. Sam, her brother who is almost three, doesn't remember my name.
I bought a piano. It should be coming in the mail when I get home. I'm really excited about it. It's super nice and I got it for half price, although it was still pretty expensive.
I think drinking coffee makes me tired. Is that weird?
I love driving up here. Excepting the main road in town, there really aren't any speed limit. I have never seen a cop either. All the police are on the lakes giving Justins and Hennesseys tickets.
When I get back from Wisconsin I have two weeks left of camp. After camp is over I have one week left until I go back to Omaha. This summer seemed to go by quickly. It's hard going back and forth. As soon as you get settled in one city it's time to go back to the other. But I need both. I can't just choose one. As much as I want to see everyone in Omaha again, I can't even think about leaving some of the people here. College is too hard for me, in more ways than one. I'm nervous just thinking about it.
I don't really have much more to write, but if I go back to Andy's I will just end up sitting on the couch. Maybe I will rent a sweet documentary I can watch when I get back. I reall want to check out a book, but I know if I do I will read that instead of writing my paper like I should.
Hennessey has been reading the new Harry Potter book constantly. It's pretty much glued to her hands. Yesterday she started talking to me about how she was a dark witch and could speak parcel tongue or something. I started to ignore her because of the fact I couldn't understand what she was saying.
I just woke up, but I could go for a nap. I think I'm going to set a world record for naps this week.
I started writing a song the other day. I have some words and a tune. When I get home maybe I'll sit down at my piano and attempt to compose some music. It should be interesting. I assume it won't be a very good song, but at least it will be a song that I have written, and that will be enough.
They are talking about rain up here. That would be nice. I love the rain. My bed here is right next to a wall of windows. I can see the woods and down to the lake. That scene would be nice to look at in a rainstorm. Come to think of it, the whole side of the house is covered in windows. I like it. I love it here, but I don't think I coudl handle living in such a small town.
My brain is exhausted of things to write right now. Not completely, but nothing left is relevant. I think I shall return home.