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another summer over and i am fucking glad. i hate summer.
i want snow, or at least a chill in the air and the distinct scent of fall into winter. i want to wear zip up hoodies and sneakers without sweating to death. i want college and college friends. even better this time around because kozak will be there.
i worked alot, and yet i have no money. i have seen very little of my friends but we can still chat it up when we do get together. its as if no time was lost. i didnt really do much this summer but yet it wasnt entirely unbearable.
mrs. kaveleski, the middle school art teacher now retired, called me today. my mom met her through work and she recognized her last name and asked if she had a daughter named heidi. im going to call her back tomorrow. its actually rather strange. last night i was mentally berating myself for not pursuing art and listening to my mother about what is best for me and my future. i feel like i really betrayed myself by not sticking to art, no matter what my mom thought. i was thinking about it all night, wondering if i made a mistake. and then this phone call...
eh whatever. i doubt there is anything such as destiny anymore. i feel like we are all equally screwed in the long run.
i want snow, or at least a chill in the air and the distinct scent of fall into winter. i want to wear zip up hoodies and sneakers without sweating to death. i want college and college friends. even better this time around because kozak will be there.
i worked alot, and yet i have no money. i have seen very little of my friends but we can still chat it up when we do get together. its as if no time was lost. i didnt really do much this summer but yet it wasnt entirely unbearable.
mrs. kaveleski, the middle school art teacher now retired, called me today. my mom met her through work and she recognized her last name and asked if she had a daughter named heidi. im going to call her back tomorrow. its actually rather strange. last night i was mentally berating myself for not pursuing art and listening to my mother about what is best for me and my future. i feel like i really betrayed myself by not sticking to art, no matter what my mom thought. i was thinking about it all night, wondering if i made a mistake. and then this phone call...
eh whatever. i doubt there is anything such as destiny anymore. i feel like we are all equally screwed in the long run.