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I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s because this is the first time in three years that I have been home during the second week of September. All around me are the remnants of the long 4 month summer, good as dead. I skimmed the pool today, already littered with mounds of leaves fallen the past week while I was away. The breeze is gorgeous, just cool enough to be out of place in my sun soaked backyard. Now it is nighttime and I am sitting in the TV room sipping black tea, while my parents watch television, 12 windows open around us, the breeze rushes past me every few minutes, throwing the curtains up into a billow of sheer. It wasn’t until, believe it or not, my mom told me to do my reading for British literature, that I realized that this week isn’t just an awkward and unusual break after the first week of classes.
It’s a full blown alternate universe.
I almost feel like I’ll be going to high school tomorrow. Sitting in homeroom with my friends and obsessing over that stupid kid. Talking about what we should be for senior halloween and then walking home listening to my ipod, thinking about my life, what it had been up until then, how I didn’t have a clue what I wanted out of it. Not having the slightest clue what was in store for me.
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This is my mindset now.
It’s -15 here in Toronto and I am NOT down to go outside, not even for a fire drill. So today I am lying in bed writing...
i need to get to florida, california, and illinois by the end of 2011. just sayinnn.
The problem is the fucking money, it’s never here when I need it >.>