Sha La La La La La Live For Today
So I've just spent the last forty-five minutes or so trying to find a new template since the picture in this one is gone. I wish I could find it -- I really liked this template. I still like it, but it's so bare. Sigh. I should have saved the picture myself.
So anyway, I wasted even more time when I should be writing my English paper, which is due on Thursday. Sigh. Maybe I should count on not working tomorrow night? But I know if I do, then I will have to go in and will, thereby, screw myself. Oh well. I'll hopefully finish it tonight.
I was inspired to write an entry from reading Anya's journal. I hadn't even read anyone's journal in a while, let alone updating my own.
Winter Break is over and done with and I believe it was way too short. We got six days. Don't we usually get more than that? Or does it just seem that way? Whatever it was, it wasn't enough. The ski trip was a lot of fun, even though I freaked out a bit and hurt my knee (it still hurts). It also took up most of my break. I had to get new glasses because my other ones broke on the ski trip. This is my second pair in less than a year -- let's hope they hold up better than the last two. The rest of my break besides the trip was spent with Brendan, with friends, or doing school work/college applications. I had such a hard time going back yesterday. Only 109 days left though.
I've been thinking about a few things lately (which also led to the composition of this entry):
I don't really understand or think that it's fair that some people are so blessed with beauty, intelligence, a great personality, etc. and others are just devoid of any good qualities. Or that some people are better than others for no reason. Or that we're all lucky to be born in a free country, a rich country while others are suffering just because they weren't born in the right place. I try to think of how different my life would have been if I was born in a poorer country. And then I realize that I was. It's strange.
Remember how you made all these plans before you got your license? Resolutions even. You were going to see these people more because you could drive to their houses. Or you'd go out more. Just all these big plans for your freedom. It seemed as if everything would be easier once you drove. But it's not. And it's not as simple as getting into the car and driving across Rt. 9 to Kim's house. Or stopping at Dara's on the way home from school. I mean it is that simple, but then again it's not. You always have somewhere to be and even though you can, you just can't stop. I think that maybe I'll try to make more of an effort, at least with some people. I hate the feeling of great friendships slipping through my fingers. I wish I knew what had happened. I wish I could erase it all or just pick up from where we left off.
I wonder how much different everything would have been if I had gone to Howell and Humanities. Dara and I would be so close. Or if I had gone to Township and IS. Kim and I would be inseparable. Sometimes I wonder if it was worth it to go to GLC. Yet I have good friends at Colts Neck. But still... I can't help but wonder.
I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower in one weekend (an hour or so on Saturday night and two hours on Sunday morning a few weeks ago). It was quite good. I was so excited about reading again. I whipped out the unfinished Lord of the Flies, thinking I'd be able to finish it over break. Yeah okay. Not. My mother always remarks about how I used to always have my nose in a book and now I just have no time. It's sad. I love reading. I hate not having time for things.
Of course I definitely procrastinate too much and make a horrible use of the time I do have. Let's get on that paper...
Oh yeah... Happy 2005. Another year over, and what have I done?
P.S.: If anyone has a video camera that can connect to the computer, can I borrow it? I'll be your friend for life.
So anyway, I wasted even more time when I should be writing my English paper, which is due on Thursday. Sigh. Maybe I should count on not working tomorrow night? But I know if I do, then I will have to go in and will, thereby, screw myself. Oh well. I'll hopefully finish it tonight.
I was inspired to write an entry from reading Anya's journal. I hadn't even read anyone's journal in a while, let alone updating my own.
Winter Break is over and done with and I believe it was way too short. We got six days. Don't we usually get more than that? Or does it just seem that way? Whatever it was, it wasn't enough. The ski trip was a lot of fun, even though I freaked out a bit and hurt my knee (it still hurts). It also took up most of my break. I had to get new glasses because my other ones broke on the ski trip. This is my second pair in less than a year -- let's hope they hold up better than the last two. The rest of my break besides the trip was spent with Brendan, with friends, or doing school work/college applications. I had such a hard time going back yesterday. Only 109 days left though.
I've been thinking about a few things lately (which also led to the composition of this entry):
I don't really understand or think that it's fair that some people are so blessed with beauty, intelligence, a great personality, etc. and others are just devoid of any good qualities. Or that some people are better than others for no reason. Or that we're all lucky to be born in a free country, a rich country while others are suffering just because they weren't born in the right place. I try to think of how different my life would have been if I was born in a poorer country. And then I realize that I was. It's strange.
Remember how you made all these plans before you got your license? Resolutions even. You were going to see these people more because you could drive to their houses. Or you'd go out more. Just all these big plans for your freedom. It seemed as if everything would be easier once you drove. But it's not. And it's not as simple as getting into the car and driving across Rt. 9 to Kim's house. Or stopping at Dara's on the way home from school. I mean it is that simple, but then again it's not. You always have somewhere to be and even though you can, you just can't stop. I think that maybe I'll try to make more of an effort, at least with some people. I hate the feeling of great friendships slipping through my fingers. I wish I knew what had happened. I wish I could erase it all or just pick up from where we left off.
I wonder how much different everything would have been if I had gone to Howell and Humanities. Dara and I would be so close. Or if I had gone to Township and IS. Kim and I would be inseparable. Sometimes I wonder if it was worth it to go to GLC. Yet I have good friends at Colts Neck. But still... I can't help but wonder.
I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower in one weekend (an hour or so on Saturday night and two hours on Sunday morning a few weeks ago). It was quite good. I was so excited about reading again. I whipped out the unfinished Lord of the Flies, thinking I'd be able to finish it over break. Yeah okay. Not. My mother always remarks about how I used to always have my nose in a book and now I just have no time. It's sad. I love reading. I hate not having time for things.
Of course I definitely procrastinate too much and make a horrible use of the time I do have. Let's get on that paper...
Oh yeah... Happy 2005. Another year over, and what have I done?
P.S.: If anyone has a video camera that can connect to the computer, can I borrow it? I'll be your friend for life.