The way my catalogue of possible actions here in Gainesville is diminishing bothers me (I like things to be presented well even if they aren't pleasant). I hate how I haven't had time for anything this summer, though now that my sister has school it should be better. I have two weeks left at work; it occurs to me that I meant to post about the ( Read more... )

This week I found myself perpetually up late without meaning to have to stay up on any particular night, and unfortunately I went without practicing violin very much. These idly menacing days make me restless. The week before spring break it was warm enough that I could sleep outside, leaving one of my arms about three shades darker than the other ( Read more... )

There are three months remaining in the whole of my high school career. In years past I used to count the days down from seven hundred, but suddenly without much fanfare-- a good trick-- there are only double digits left of them. It's not good for children to be educated too much, I think; it makes their eyes go old. Five months is a long time to ( Read more... )