Senior Year!! (. . . or not)
Tonight I will be staying up writing essays for the Hertz Fellowship application, which is due tomorrow.
My odds are pretty slim considering they only award a dozen each year, but hey I'm trying.
I just downloaded Yanni Live at the Acropolis, a CD I lost years ago.
I don't know whether or not this is a good thing for my mindset.
It's bringing me right back to 5th/6th grade.
Those were good years.
Nothing worried me.
Life was simple.
Good music.
Solitude.
Peace.
Yes.
I've been doing a crummy job of staying in touch with just about everybody this semester. I'm ready to get out of Los Angeles. Very ready. I feel trapped in this city (what a strange idea). I don't belong here anymore. I mean, I never did in the first place, and that was fine, but it's been eating at me this semester in unusual ways. All of my freshman year friends have taken independent paths to their senior year; I disappeared behind books and my jobs for the last two years. And now I have that awkward hi-in-passing-but-never-really-catch-up relationship with almost all of my old USC friends. How'd I let that happen? I should've seen it coming.
But there's someone on the other coast who's looking out for me, which is fantastic beyond description. It just about makes up for everything else, it really does.
My odds are pretty slim considering they only award a dozen each year, but hey I'm trying.
I just downloaded Yanni Live at the Acropolis, a CD I lost years ago.
I don't know whether or not this is a good thing for my mindset.
It's bringing me right back to 5th/6th grade.
Those were good years.
Nothing worried me.
Life was simple.
Good music.
Solitude.
Peace.
Yes.
I've been doing a crummy job of staying in touch with just about everybody this semester. I'm ready to get out of Los Angeles. Very ready. I feel trapped in this city (what a strange idea). I don't belong here anymore. I mean, I never did in the first place, and that was fine, but it's been eating at me this semester in unusual ways. All of my freshman year friends have taken independent paths to their senior year; I disappeared behind books and my jobs for the last two years. And now I have that awkward hi-in-passing-but-never-really-catch-up relationship with almost all of my old USC friends. How'd I let that happen? I should've seen it coming.
But there's someone on the other coast who's looking out for me, which is fantastic beyond description. It just about makes up for everything else, it really does.