Thursday, April 17, 2003
My dad is such a great person. Don't believe me when I say otherwise. I owe him everything that I am and everything that I will be.
"You are a light spot in my life.. I can't wait to see what the future holds for you."
Bon voyage, mes amis.
I want to compose. A volume of poetry by age 17? Maybe, if I ever get my act together and start writing. I know all of three people would read it, at least.
Out of nowhere, I was struck by that summer feeling... You know the one, when the air is burning and stagnant outside and you come in and go upstairs and open both windows and lie perfectly still ontop of the blankets and feel the breeze pass over your bodies, and know that you'd be better off being more productive.
The air, of course, was not burning, nor was it stagnant, and nor did I open my windows. It just wouldn't be the same.
I'll miss you while we're apart, but at least we know where we'll be.
I wondered if maybe this should be something more... special. It seems like all we ever do these days is settle for what's easiest. But then I though, we have our whole lives to do everything else.
It's like the sort of thing one reads about in National Geographic and thinks, "Gosh, how interesting that must be!" Now here it is in front of me. They say it can be mine for some amount of money, plus travel expenses. I'll try for the grant for next summer, and if not, I'll save my earnings when I get a job like my mom is forcing me to. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, though, considering most of the extra curricular activities with which I am involved are being erased from the budget.
It is hard to imagine the future with me in it.
"You are a light spot in my life.. I can't wait to see what the future holds for you."
Bon voyage, mes amis.
I want to compose. A volume of poetry by age 17? Maybe, if I ever get my act together and start writing. I know all of three people would read it, at least.
Out of nowhere, I was struck by that summer feeling... You know the one, when the air is burning and stagnant outside and you come in and go upstairs and open both windows and lie perfectly still ontop of the blankets and feel the breeze pass over your bodies, and know that you'd be better off being more productive.
The air, of course, was not burning, nor was it stagnant, and nor did I open my windows. It just wouldn't be the same.
I'll miss you while we're apart, but at least we know where we'll be.
I wondered if maybe this should be something more... special. It seems like all we ever do these days is settle for what's easiest. But then I though, we have our whole lives to do everything else.
It's like the sort of thing one reads about in National Geographic and thinks, "Gosh, how interesting that must be!" Now here it is in front of me. They say it can be mine for some amount of money, plus travel expenses. I'll try for the grant for next summer, and if not, I'll save my earnings when I get a job like my mom is forcing me to. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, though, considering most of the extra curricular activities with which I am involved are being erased from the budget.
It is hard to imagine the future with me in it.
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