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when i stay up really late my veins begin to pop out. I love it.
I've been meaning to write another one of those entries that I doubt anyone reads but mean so much to me. And I can't say it enough, I don't care that no one reads. Knowing my words have been said is what matters. I feel so much relief when the words flow like waves from my finger tips and the current takes my mind away. I have so much to say today.
Sunday, i went for a run to the beach. I went about 3/4 of a mile and was at the swing set in the park. Gorgeous. I rode the swings for few couples of minutes and then a man and a women showed up with a baby. I was sitting in between the baby's [heavy] play-pen and the two on the swing set. I bid farewell and ran to the beach. For a minute at just stood at the ocean admired the beauty of the transitory stillness and then i laid on the sand. It felt so nice to just see the sky and hear the waves. I wasn't watching or listening. Seeing. Hearing. On the way back the couple and baby had left so i spent a few more minutes on the swings. I was pretty disappointed when I didn't see Mrs. de Koter. An old english teacher I often see with her kids on the playground. On my way out I saw my mom in Big Ol' Betsey! (Our sexy tan mini van) and handed over my mp3 player because she was going to walk the causeway. The run home was tougher because I didn't have jack, or tristan, or ben to chill my breathing. I see a baby turtle and snake cross my path. As I'm coming down the hill behind my neighborhood I hear some beats. At first I thought it was greek music. And I swear to god, I was like, I wish it were Jack Johnson. I. Swear. To. God. Jack Johnson, it is! I was so happy. I sprinted the rest of the way. So awesome.
Today I had pilates and Ginger played my cd and it was pretty rad. I feel so relaxed. As my dad drove me around the bayou I looked at the way the town reflected on the flat waters. At some angles the water seemed at high tide and others I thought there was atleast 5 feet of sand before the shallow water. I honestly couldn't tell. I was in awe of the crimps in the water. I should be doing these 200 note cards I have to do. Or maybe all my French make up work. Or even my Critical Analysis. Possibly my history project. Whatever. Haha, I'll leave you with this:
I've been meaning to write another one of those entries that I doubt anyone reads but mean so much to me. And I can't say it enough, I don't care that no one reads. Knowing my words have been said is what matters. I feel so much relief when the words flow like waves from my finger tips and the current takes my mind away. I have so much to say today.
Sunday, i went for a run to the beach. I went about 3/4 of a mile and was at the swing set in the park. Gorgeous. I rode the swings for few couples of minutes and then a man and a women showed up with a baby. I was sitting in between the baby's [heavy] play-pen and the two on the swing set. I bid farewell and ran to the beach. For a minute at just stood at the ocean admired the beauty of the transitory stillness and then i laid on the sand. It felt so nice to just see the sky and hear the waves. I wasn't watching or listening. Seeing. Hearing. On the way back the couple and baby had left so i spent a few more minutes on the swings. I was pretty disappointed when I didn't see Mrs. de Koter. An old english teacher I often see with her kids on the playground. On my way out I saw my mom in Big Ol' Betsey! (Our sexy tan mini van) and handed over my mp3 player because she was going to walk the causeway. The run home was tougher because I didn't have jack, or tristan, or ben to chill my breathing. I see a baby turtle and snake cross my path. As I'm coming down the hill behind my neighborhood I hear some beats. At first I thought it was greek music. And I swear to god, I was like, I wish it were Jack Johnson. I. Swear. To. God. Jack Johnson, it is! I was so happy. I sprinted the rest of the way. So awesome.
Today I had pilates and Ginger played my cd and it was pretty rad. I feel so relaxed. As my dad drove me around the bayou I looked at the way the town reflected on the flat waters. At some angles the water seemed at high tide and others I thought there was atleast 5 feet of sand before the shallow water. I honestly couldn't tell. I was in awe of the crimps in the water. I should be doing these 200 note cards I have to do. Or maybe all my French make up work. Or even my Critical Analysis. Possibly my history project. Whatever. Haha, I'll leave you with this: