Tuesday. 4.3.07 9:14 pm
Sunday. 1.4.07 10:33 pm
Sunday. 1.4.07 8:17 pm
Today wasn't normal for me. I shoved on some clothes and ran out of the house without a second thought to just sit on my patio table and...ponder. It was like a semi-sunbathe. ^.^ The wind was blowing my hair around a little, and little kids ran around and screamed at the park just a hundred or two feet away. It was peaceful.
Which I guess made me want to take a walk with my mum and the dogs. Today was an overcast day with prediction of drizzles every once in a while--and drizzle it did, especially around 2-3 in the afternoon. We walked pretty far and made wishes on dandelions like friends would. I guess it's good that my mom and I kind of reached our old relationship, today, even though I know it'll be ruined again, soon enough. I guess I can still hope. She just doesn't realize that some things aren't...well, nice, I suppose.
Which can get frustrating.
Anyway, she was nice, today. All that matters right now is that, really.
And then Sarah called. I instantly went back out to see her, noticing that the drizzle which had started just a few minutes ago had already stopped.
At her house, we...
Walked a lot, given that Brian was outside with his siblings, and they're all usually interesting. Not to mention I haven't seen him since Halloween, and he's pretty smart.
But then they all had to go, so Sarah and I walked on and eventually got back to her house, where we played badminton, sat on the trampoline, and then eventually returned to my house. Which is how, basically, I ended up here, writing. I mean, yeah, we played video games, talked to Stevie and Britney--APRIL FOOL'S, BRITNEY, MAJOR APRIL FOOL'S!--and fretted, but that's about it.
Man, I need to update more than this. All my journals and blogs are suffering. I suck at managing time, lately.
Getting better, though.
This is going to be an annoyingly long entry, I bet.
Tuesday. 27.3.07 11:02 pm
My heart was seriously racing. I asked where the card was, and if I couldn't just address it and put it in the mail myself. She pointed me in the right direction, told me where the stamps were, and let me do my thing without interruption. Of course, I wasn't just sending a birthday card to my brother.
I'd also snuck in a request for an information packet for Governor's School.
I stamped both and brought them outside, after my heart dropped about a thousand times putting my sandals on right in front of both the parents. The door handle squeaked familiarly, and I shoved it open without looking back.
And you know what?
The entire time walking to my mailbox, I sang.
That's taking my life into my own hands.
It feels good to be able to look forward to a future doing what I want and love to do.
This isn't sneaking around. I mean, I've talked to them about it, but I can't wait for them to make a decision whether or not I could absolutely go. I know I have the ability to at least get close to getting in, since I'm really going to work HARD to, and money...well, that's not the biggest problem ever. I CAN, they just don't want to lose me.
Sooner or later, they will anyway.
This is the best way to do it, for my sake.
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