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Summer seasonal depressions suck. Why the hell I have this every year is beyond me. There are some explanations but then again there's an explanation for everything.
I started writing a book, and thats all it is is a start, which is the hardest part. I need to set aside some time to do things that mean more to me than sitting infront of the television and sleeping. My father seems to think that the reason why I'm sleeping so much lately is because I'm growing again. I don't know about that.
I took a walk the other day, it was all over the place. First I walked around in Nick DeHaas's neighborhood, then down down wescott through the Memorial Middle fields. That brought back alot of memories of track and soccer and rec camp before that. Even pee wee soccer in second grade. I used to dream of being a professional soccer player, that was before I discovered art. Then I walked through a graveyard. I'm sure they don't get too many unexpected guests there. Someday I'll probably be spending alot of time in a similar place, but not before I explore the world a little bit first.
I need to figure out when thay allow people to crew at the yaught club. Before that I should probably study boat stuffs. When I'm done I could give lessons to anyone who's willing, then they might be so inclined to acompany me crewing for rich bastards.
I started writing a book, and thats all it is is a start, which is the hardest part. I need to set aside some time to do things that mean more to me than sitting infront of the television and sleeping. My father seems to think that the reason why I'm sleeping so much lately is because I'm growing again. I don't know about that.
I took a walk the other day, it was all over the place. First I walked around in Nick DeHaas's neighborhood, then down down wescott through the Memorial Middle fields. That brought back alot of memories of track and soccer and rec camp before that. Even pee wee soccer in second grade. I used to dream of being a professional soccer player, that was before I discovered art. Then I walked through a graveyard. I'm sure they don't get too many unexpected guests there. Someday I'll probably be spending alot of time in a similar place, but not before I explore the world a little bit first.
I need to figure out when thay allow people to crew at the yaught club. Before that I should probably study boat stuffs. When I'm done I could give lessons to anyone who's willing, then they might be so inclined to acompany me crewing for rich bastards.