| | A skunk must have just "happened" outside of my bedroom window. That's what I get for getting out of bed, restless and thrusting my window wide open for some air. But, the breeze feels good enough that it will overrule the skunky smell.
I have seventeen days left before I ship out. That's a little more than two weeks. It's way more than a lot of people have and yet to me it feels really short. I head up to my bedroom a lot to pack and make lists about stuff I should get for college, but never really get around to doing anything. So, instead, my room has grown into a bigger and bigger mess and I always just sit and think about packing and planning. Then of course, something better to do always walks into my room or calls my phone and so I abandon the project for later.
Our Stratford trip was nice. It was kind of weird going there, as it has and probably will always be a place I associate with family vacations. So, to be there with one person missing was odd. I kept instinctively looking for tables for four at restaurants or counting down four seats at the theatre. I don't do that at all at home anymore with silverware, so it must just have been the change of setting. Not a sad feeling by any means, but it was still disorienting and unsettling.
Today I went to Schuler's and bought a paper journal. I always buy new journals and say I'm going to fill them up. I kept a solid paper journal from seventh grade until the beginning of ninth grade. That's such a long, random time period to have captured on paper. I guess I've essentially kept up this since then, but paper journals and online ones are so different. I want to try to keep up the paper one for college, but we'll see.
Well, peace out. It's past my bedtime. |
| | Posted 8/12/2006 2:46 AM - 25 Views - 8 eProps - 4 comments
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