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Today was good. Me and Nick cracking jokes again. Man, classes are good with Nick. Um, I didn't do my spanish project, so that was 200 points down the tube. But I'm not worried about it. What I am worried about is my APUSH grade. Oh my. All that summer work is definatly killing my grade. And when I say killing, I mean slaughtering. Butchering. I can't afford to fail an AP class, so I need to jump on the ball. For sure. And Nick also. Since our grades are identical for the most part.
Um, I really don't know what to say. I started reading The Realm of Possibility today. Good so far. I'm excited to really get into it. I hope it's as amazing as I've been anticipating.
I really need to pick my life up and start writing again, like I used to. Writing used to be a huge part of my life. I could devote time and effort into writing a piece that I would love, and a piece I wanted to share, but wouldn't, because it was something I needed. I didn't need to share it. I just needed to know that the possibility of sharing it was there, but I chose not to. I guess that's what means the most. That I chose to make it mine. Lately, though, it seems I've forgotten how to combine pen and paper into something worth my time and piece of mind. I miss the accomplished feeling I would get when I would sit and read my finished piece. That was such a great feeling.
Um, I really don't know what to say. I started reading The Realm of Possibility today. Good so far. I'm excited to really get into it. I hope it's as amazing as I've been anticipating.
I really need to pick my life up and start writing again, like I used to. Writing used to be a huge part of my life. I could devote time and effort into writing a piece that I would love, and a piece I wanted to share, but wouldn't, because it was something I needed. I didn't need to share it. I just needed to know that the possibility of sharing it was there, but I chose not to. I guess that's what means the most. That I chose to make it mine. Lately, though, it seems I've forgotten how to combine pen and paper into something worth my time and piece of mind. I miss the accomplished feeling I would get when I would sit and read my finished piece. That was such a great feeling.