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I'm tired. I'm tired of the cold, I'm tired of not having heat in my room. I'm tired of winter session and being in a single. I'm tired of the hall having 2 people and of international relations.
I brought back my senior yearbook with me. It's funny how young everyone seems in their pictures, and how I would do my senior page so differently if I had the chance. If I had the chance, I might go back and do high school over again. I mean, high school was a very difficult period in my life for various reasons, but I wish I had been a different person. I wish I had been more confident, more social, more daring, less lazy academically junior and senior year, amoung other things. I don't want to change my personality, just adjust it, or enhance it. I guess I should just be happy that I don't want to slit my wrists when I think back on the days of my adolescance.
I also stumbled across my journal. I've been writing in it since I was 14. I thought I would be done with this one by the time I was 19, maybe 5 years a journal. But I'm not even half way through! Granted I have very tiny handwriting and significant gaps in entries, but it's a little extreme that I cant fill a 4 X 6 journal in less than 5 years. My first entry was on the 4th of December 1999 and reads;
"The countless hours wind by, sly as an old fox, yet wise as a merlin.
Sneaking past, without a single regret, they proclaim thier alliegance to the night.
Tomorrow is a day full of regrets while yesterday is still waiting to happen."
Huh. If I remember correctly, I wrote it on a night of insomnia. Figures. That happens to me alot.
I've been dowloading some good music lately; I am finally learning the names of the bands that play the songs I listen to. Included are Level 42, The Darkness, Bowling for Soup, Blessed Union of Souls and The Juliana Theory. I feel like a kid in a candy shop who's eaten a lot of the candies before but didn't know what they were made of. Okay- really bad analogy. But deal.
Jump on it. Let's do it. Ride it, my pony. My saddles, baby. Coming, jump on it. Then there's good old Ginuwine.
I brought back my senior yearbook with me. It's funny how young everyone seems in their pictures, and how I would do my senior page so differently if I had the chance. If I had the chance, I might go back and do high school over again. I mean, high school was a very difficult period in my life for various reasons, but I wish I had been a different person. I wish I had been more confident, more social, more daring, less lazy academically junior and senior year, amoung other things. I don't want to change my personality, just adjust it, or enhance it. I guess I should just be happy that I don't want to slit my wrists when I think back on the days of my adolescance.
I also stumbled across my journal. I've been writing in it since I was 14. I thought I would be done with this one by the time I was 19, maybe 5 years a journal. But I'm not even half way through! Granted I have very tiny handwriting and significant gaps in entries, but it's a little extreme that I cant fill a 4 X 6 journal in less than 5 years. My first entry was on the 4th of December 1999 and reads;
"The countless hours wind by, sly as an old fox, yet wise as a merlin.
Sneaking past, without a single regret, they proclaim thier alliegance to the night.
Tomorrow is a day full of regrets while yesterday is still waiting to happen."
Huh. If I remember correctly, I wrote it on a night of insomnia. Figures. That happens to me alot.
I've been dowloading some good music lately; I am finally learning the names of the bands that play the songs I listen to. Included are Level 42, The Darkness, Bowling for Soup, Blessed Union of Souls and The Juliana Theory. I feel like a kid in a candy shop who's eaten a lot of the candies before but didn't know what they were made of. Okay- really bad analogy. But deal.
Jump on it. Let's do it. Ride it, my pony. My saddles, baby. Coming, jump on it. Then there's good old Ginuwine.