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I hardly ever write in here anymore... I just handwrite in my real journal now. Tonight, I'm just too lazy. I'm in my room with some friends watching Garden State. I don't have class tomorrow so I'm not doing homework and I had tests and labs all day today so I'm basically wiped out. A good wiped out though if that's possible.
I'm so excited because my brother and sister-in-law had their baby yesterday. Finally. They've been trying for years and Christian Michael is finally here. No one deserves it more and no kid has ever been more desired. I can't wait to spend Thanksgiving with their new family.
School's good. Already moved dorms. Fourth room, beginning of my second year? Probably not a good thing. But I think this is a good one and I know I'll be here until the spring when I, hopefully, go to London. I think I'm golden for that though, last interview tomorrow.
Classes are busy, but interesting. My marine invert is fascinating. My cell bio, eh okay I don't like that one. My environmental history is fun. My film class teaches me a lot. My writing class isn't doing much besides giving me practice. I had to read a poem to everyone and have it critiqued which I hate, but I didn't write anything personal so it's okay and I think I like the way it came out for a first draft. Wanna read it?
A Coaching Moment
She carefully balances her weight on the board
one foot in front of the other,
fingers grasping at the edge in anticipation.
Her heart beats repeatedly against her chest.
This is it, time to throw all…
BANG!
The gun sounds and she dives in
piercing the pool like an arrow to its prey;
arms and legs strategically cutting the water
like the oars of a canoe.
Her head scarcely turns for air.
Strokes smooth and turns efficient,
the race just as I had hoped.
Her feet pulse and create a
white wake in her trail.
She rotates and catches my eye.
I shout and yell, “Go faster!”
One more lap and she is neck and neck;
the team cheers to show support.
The last burst of speed pushes her forward
like an electrical jolt.
She hits the wall hard, hands first and
whirls around to check the competition.
Twenty laps over, she pulls her throbbing body
from the pool and walks to me. Panting, but
wanting to seem strong, she awaits her results.
Anyways, that's that.
So, I think I need a little more fun in my life. Well, no. Not fun. I have fun. All the time. Excitement? Adventure? That's what I need more of. London may fix that for me. I just feel like I'm falling into a routine and I don't like that. So I'll fix it. Good call, Veronica.
I'm tired of writing now, and wanna just relax with this movie and my friends and my yummy Diet Pepsi Wild Cherry soda lol. So, goodnight, thanks for reading and hopefully it won't be so long before I write to you again! <3
I'm so excited because my brother and sister-in-law had their baby yesterday. Finally. They've been trying for years and Christian Michael is finally here. No one deserves it more and no kid has ever been more desired. I can't wait to spend Thanksgiving with their new family.
School's good. Already moved dorms. Fourth room, beginning of my second year? Probably not a good thing. But I think this is a good one and I know I'll be here until the spring when I, hopefully, go to London. I think I'm golden for that though, last interview tomorrow.
Classes are busy, but interesting. My marine invert is fascinating. My cell bio, eh okay I don't like that one. My environmental history is fun. My film class teaches me a lot. My writing class isn't doing much besides giving me practice. I had to read a poem to everyone and have it critiqued which I hate, but I didn't write anything personal so it's okay and I think I like the way it came out for a first draft. Wanna read it?
A Coaching Moment
She carefully balances her weight on the board
one foot in front of the other,
fingers grasping at the edge in anticipation.
Her heart beats repeatedly against her chest.
This is it, time to throw all…
BANG!
The gun sounds and she dives in
piercing the pool like an arrow to its prey;
arms and legs strategically cutting the water
like the oars of a canoe.
Her head scarcely turns for air.
Strokes smooth and turns efficient,
the race just as I had hoped.
Her feet pulse and create a
white wake in her trail.
She rotates and catches my eye.
I shout and yell, “Go faster!”
One more lap and she is neck and neck;
the team cheers to show support.
The last burst of speed pushes her forward
like an electrical jolt.
She hits the wall hard, hands first and
whirls around to check the competition.
Twenty laps over, she pulls her throbbing body
from the pool and walks to me. Panting, but
wanting to seem strong, she awaits her results.
Anyways, that's that.
So, I think I need a little more fun in my life. Well, no. Not fun. I have fun. All the time. Excitement? Adventure? That's what I need more of. London may fix that for me. I just feel like I'm falling into a routine and I don't like that. So I'll fix it. Good call, Veronica.
I'm tired of writing now, and wanna just relax with this movie and my friends and my yummy Diet Pepsi Wild Cherry soda lol. So, goodnight, thanks for reading and hopefully it won't be so long before I write to you again! <3