I became liquid and poured myself into this
If my life were compressed into one day
you would represent a couple of seconds.
A stranger who walked by me
we met eyes, and brushed elbows
and for that one second
maybe we were in love.
But then we looked away
breaking our unconfortable gaze
and kept walking
without looking back.
I spend so much time lately wondering why I give a shit about college and APUSH and all of that. I dont want to work so hard in school. I just want to see the world. I ENJOY learning, I just think that the way I am going about it right now is ridiculous.
I really just want to go everywhere. Why the hell am I sitting on my ass at this computer procrastinating stupid tasks that will have no impact on my life, when I could be outside LIVING?
So today I looked back at what I was doing 2 years ago. (This is the nice thing about livejournal.) I was 14. A Freshman. My aunt was dieing. I was infatuated with a 17 year old guy who spoke no english. I hated my biology teacher. I dreaded the things to come with my aunt.
At this point a year ago, I broke up with Domingo. HA. And my dog had just died.
Interesting time of year. It seems like a time for new beginings and new endings in my life.
Saturday, Izzy Amy and I went to a convention of foriegn exchange students basically. It was awesome. We met people from all over the globe. I loved it. The weekend before that was a trip and a half to Brooklyn and the world of Michelle Wilbur.
I am more busy now doing nothing that I have ever been before doing something.
Now I don't even have time to go to the gym or to sleep anymore. Well that explains why I am sick right now.... But the stress is getting to me, and I shouldn't let it.
Anyways, speaking of reading my journal from 2 years ago... Yea well I notice, my life right now is pretty damn happy and good. I am stressed like no other, but I have no major problems to deal with right now. Wow. Writing really does destress you. I feel much better.
ANYWAYS, the one other thing I wanted to say was that its really interesting to me now because I still listen to the some of the same music I listened to 4 or 5 years ago, but the meaning of the lyrics have changed. I have learned spanish in this time, and I understand what some songs mean now when before it was just music, I loved it, I love not knowing what it means, which is why now I listen to music in French and Portugese and even Hindi and Turkish... But its a wonderful thing to discover in that way.
you would represent a couple of seconds.
A stranger who walked by me
we met eyes, and brushed elbows
and for that one second
maybe we were in love.
But then we looked away
breaking our unconfortable gaze
and kept walking
without looking back.
I spend so much time lately wondering why I give a shit about college and APUSH and all of that. I dont want to work so hard in school. I just want to see the world. I ENJOY learning, I just think that the way I am going about it right now is ridiculous.
I really just want to go everywhere. Why the hell am I sitting on my ass at this computer procrastinating stupid tasks that will have no impact on my life, when I could be outside LIVING?
So today I looked back at what I was doing 2 years ago. (This is the nice thing about livejournal.) I was 14. A Freshman. My aunt was dieing. I was infatuated with a 17 year old guy who spoke no english. I hated my biology teacher. I dreaded the things to come with my aunt.
At this point a year ago, I broke up with Domingo. HA. And my dog had just died.
Interesting time of year. It seems like a time for new beginings and new endings in my life.
Saturday, Izzy Amy and I went to a convention of foriegn exchange students basically. It was awesome. We met people from all over the globe. I loved it. The weekend before that was a trip and a half to Brooklyn and the world of Michelle Wilbur.
I am more busy now doing nothing that I have ever been before doing something.
Now I don't even have time to go to the gym or to sleep anymore. Well that explains why I am sick right now.... But the stress is getting to me, and I shouldn't let it.
Anyways, speaking of reading my journal from 2 years ago... Yea well I notice, my life right now is pretty damn happy and good. I am stressed like no other, but I have no major problems to deal with right now. Wow. Writing really does destress you. I feel much better.
ANYWAYS, the one other thing I wanted to say was that its really interesting to me now because I still listen to the some of the same music I listened to 4 or 5 years ago, but the meaning of the lyrics have changed. I have learned spanish in this time, and I understand what some songs mean now when before it was just music, I loved it, I love not knowing what it means, which is why now I listen to music in French and Portugese and even Hindi and Turkish... But its a wonderful thing to discover in that way.