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Summer Vacation, Day 51
Dear Diary,
Today I went running. It was terrible. I was able to get just around the corner of 57th and Telegraph before I had to stop. Then I was able to go about a block more before I had to stop again. Then another two blocks and a lung-wrenching stop. That was the worst, because I tried to push myself and I started to feel the oh-so-familiar, "Fuck, I can't breathe!" sensation. I hate it. I want to be athletic and strong again, and not just because it will help me look better. I have no delusions, I probably won't be able to be competitive in anything, certainly not running. This doesn't change the fact that it SUCKS not to be able to run.
I was reading Megan McCafferty's (retro)blog just now, and was startled by how similar her middle- and high-school entries sound to the ones that I wrote when I was that age. Same semi-conversational writing style, somewhat angsty but making at least SOME attempt at cheerfulness.... I guess there's something to be said for simply being human. That's a bond that's strength seems to be forgotten more and more often these days. No one wants to think about how we're all so similar in so many ways, whether we want to be or not.
For the record, I love reading through my old journals. I may have written vaguely about a lot of things, but when I am reminded of them I always remember details, especially colours and feelings. It's kind of nice to have proof that I didn't just start to exist this morning, that my history really did happen.
Of course, I could take a page out of Mulder's book and say that there's a conspiracy to FOOL me into thinking this, but that would just be ridiculous.
Right?
I'm sure you can all tell that I'm tired right now. When I'm tired, I tend to ramble and I tend to get nostalgic and I tend to bring up things I never would have brought up otherwise.
My dad and I ate tapas for dinner tonight. We went to this place in the Mission district of San Francisco and it was EXCELLENT. We ordered just a little too much food and wound up bringing an entire dish, plus leftovers from two others, home with us. It's a good thing that Cyrus will eat just about anything these days - he's a 12-year-old boy, what do you expect? - so I'm pretty sure that most of it was gone within 15 minutes of us getting home.
Dad and I had tried to go see the Mountain Goats play at the Bottom of the Hill, but the show was sold out and I probably wouldn't have been able to get in anyway. It was technically a 21+ show, but my dad knows the woman who runs the place and we were hoping that she'd be there to get us in. Oh well. There will be other chances to see the Mountain Goats. God knows John Darniell has enough songs to last for weeks!
I got myself a ticket to see the White Stripes and the Shins this coming September. The show is on a Tuesday night, which pretty much sucks since I'll have a block class that night. I figure I can just sell my ticket if it turns out that I HAVE to be in class that night. I hope it doesn't come to that, though. I'm really excited about going and think that the show is going to be awesome. Giannina got a ticket too, so we'll be going together. I'll also be going to see Jack Johnson in September (unless I give my ticket to a friend, which I'm very tempted to do), so overall it will be a good month for concerts. :-)
Tomorrow my family and I are leaving for Lake Tahoe. I'm very, very excited and am looking forward to a week in the sun. I haven't even started packing, though, and I want to go to the bank before we leave, and I NEED to return my movies to the library or else end up getting charged mucho dinero in late fees (I won't be home until they're several days past due). It's going to be a busy morning. I don't even know what the hell I'm still doing up.
Love, Anna
P.S. Listen to "Boston" by Augustana.
Dear Diary,
Today I went running. It was terrible. I was able to get just around the corner of 57th and Telegraph before I had to stop. Then I was able to go about a block more before I had to stop again. Then another two blocks and a lung-wrenching stop. That was the worst, because I tried to push myself and I started to feel the oh-so-familiar, "Fuck, I can't breathe!" sensation. I hate it. I want to be athletic and strong again, and not just because it will help me look better. I have no delusions, I probably won't be able to be competitive in anything, certainly not running. This doesn't change the fact that it SUCKS not to be able to run.
I was reading Megan McCafferty's (retro)blog just now, and was startled by how similar her middle- and high-school entries sound to the ones that I wrote when I was that age. Same semi-conversational writing style, somewhat angsty but making at least SOME attempt at cheerfulness.... I guess there's something to be said for simply being human. That's a bond that's strength seems to be forgotten more and more often these days. No one wants to think about how we're all so similar in so many ways, whether we want to be or not.
For the record, I love reading through my old journals. I may have written vaguely about a lot of things, but when I am reminded of them I always remember details, especially colours and feelings. It's kind of nice to have proof that I didn't just start to exist this morning, that my history really did happen.
Of course, I could take a page out of Mulder's book and say that there's a conspiracy to FOOL me into thinking this, but that would just be ridiculous.
Right?
I'm sure you can all tell that I'm tired right now. When I'm tired, I tend to ramble and I tend to get nostalgic and I tend to bring up things I never would have brought up otherwise.
My dad and I ate tapas for dinner tonight. We went to this place in the Mission district of San Francisco and it was EXCELLENT. We ordered just a little too much food and wound up bringing an entire dish, plus leftovers from two others, home with us. It's a good thing that Cyrus will eat just about anything these days - he's a 12-year-old boy, what do you expect? - so I'm pretty sure that most of it was gone within 15 minutes of us getting home.
Dad and I had tried to go see the Mountain Goats play at the Bottom of the Hill, but the show was sold out and I probably wouldn't have been able to get in anyway. It was technically a 21+ show, but my dad knows the woman who runs the place and we were hoping that she'd be there to get us in. Oh well. There will be other chances to see the Mountain Goats. God knows John Darniell has enough songs to last for weeks!
I got myself a ticket to see the White Stripes and the Shins this coming September. The show is on a Tuesday night, which pretty much sucks since I'll have a block class that night. I figure I can just sell my ticket if it turns out that I HAVE to be in class that night. I hope it doesn't come to that, though. I'm really excited about going and think that the show is going to be awesome. Giannina got a ticket too, so we'll be going together. I'll also be going to see Jack Johnson in September (unless I give my ticket to a friend, which I'm very tempted to do), so overall it will be a good month for concerts. :-)
Tomorrow my family and I are leaving for Lake Tahoe. I'm very, very excited and am looking forward to a week in the sun. I haven't even started packing, though, and I want to go to the bank before we leave, and I NEED to return my movies to the library or else end up getting charged mucho dinero in late fees (I won't be home until they're several days past due). It's going to be a busy morning. I don't even know what the hell I'm still doing up.
Love, Anna
P.S. Listen to "Boston" by Augustana.