The moonlight hits me just right and a sense of utter esctasy washes over me. Overall, the climate is perfect. Not just the weather, mind you, but in a broad sweep things are delightfully pleasant. I agree with the music playing, which is surprising because it's the radio. My stomach is reasonably stuffed with Monical's pizza, Dairy Queen, and of course, Mountain Dew.
20 days have passed since my last post, but trust me I have sat here at my computer many times before just staring at the blank screen. Nothing has come to my mind even though a lot of stuff has been happening.
School has started. I'm actually excited about a few of my classes. Intro to Film is going to be entertaining. Composition will be great, too, mainly because I had the instructor pegged as an ordinary English teacher type. My oh my was I wide of the mark. Speech will probably prove unpleasant from time to time, mostly because I don't like to get up and speak in front of a classroom. Then again, that's the case with most people. Mass Media and Society and Beginners Newswriting look like they're going to be a challenge.
Life has been great lately. A few torches have kindled in my life. One, I started going to a small group, which for multiple reasons I'm glad that I did. It has got me thinking more, asking myself questions, starting wheels and gears in motion. The atmosphere is genuine and very comfortable. Though it's not to the point where I can open up, we are getting there. And the day I open up to the group is the day that we won't have to worry about anything. Two, because I went to this small group I met a girl. She makes me happy more than I have ever been. Thanks a lot, girl.
Here are some notes of moments that jumped out at me that I took over the course of the summer. There aren't many, so don't worry.
6/21
He looked like he had truly reached nirvana, sitting Indian style atop a rock formation on the river's bank, looking all calm, content, and Buddhist, like one of the hippie love children of the 60's. He had his grey, silver hair tied in a ponytail with a leather rawhide string. He was wearing plain calm blue shorts, authentic moccasins, and what possibly could be a hemp necklace. Where had this strange character emerged from? Amongst all the noise of the roaring waters, his serene demeanor seemed to overcome the raging of the rapids.
6/22
As I sit in the violent noise of the campground arcade, the smell of pine rises to my nostrils, igniting gun powder memories. My eyes close as I travel back in time. I'm sitting at a wooden table, 13 years old, with a bunch of my cabinmates. It is breakfast time, and today is the sweetest day of all days. French Toast Fridays, my friend. The mixed aroma of this amptheater of a cafetria is strong enough to send a person into euphoric slumber of content.
8/13
The caffeine explodes through my veins as I bomb down Route 48 in my trusty Ford "Danger Ranger" Ranger. I look into the rearview mirror and my right eye is looking particularly patriotic this morning, the dull white, the screaming sleep-depraved bloodshot red, and the ever calm blue. How long has it been? 20...perhaps 36 hours since these eyes of mine have gotten rest.
For now, I'm out.
20 days have passed since my last post, but trust me I have sat here at my computer many times before just staring at the blank screen. Nothing has come to my mind even though a lot of stuff has been happening.
School has started. I'm actually excited about a few of my classes. Intro to Film is going to be entertaining. Composition will be great, too, mainly because I had the instructor pegged as an ordinary English teacher type. My oh my was I wide of the mark. Speech will probably prove unpleasant from time to time, mostly because I don't like to get up and speak in front of a classroom. Then again, that's the case with most people. Mass Media and Society and Beginners Newswriting look like they're going to be a challenge.
Life has been great lately. A few torches have kindled in my life. One, I started going to a small group, which for multiple reasons I'm glad that I did. It has got me thinking more, asking myself questions, starting wheels and gears in motion. The atmosphere is genuine and very comfortable. Though it's not to the point where I can open up, we are getting there. And the day I open up to the group is the day that we won't have to worry about anything. Two, because I went to this small group I met a girl. She makes me happy more than I have ever been. Thanks a lot, girl.
Here are some notes of moments that jumped out at me that I took over the course of the summer. There aren't many, so don't worry.
6/21
He looked like he had truly reached nirvana, sitting Indian style atop a rock formation on the river's bank, looking all calm, content, and Buddhist, like one of the hippie love children of the 60's. He had his grey, silver hair tied in a ponytail with a leather rawhide string. He was wearing plain calm blue shorts, authentic moccasins, and what possibly could be a hemp necklace. Where had this strange character emerged from? Amongst all the noise of the roaring waters, his serene demeanor seemed to overcome the raging of the rapids.
6/22
As I sit in the violent noise of the campground arcade, the smell of pine rises to my nostrils, igniting gun powder memories. My eyes close as I travel back in time. I'm sitting at a wooden table, 13 years old, with a bunch of my cabinmates. It is breakfast time, and today is the sweetest day of all days. French Toast Fridays, my friend. The mixed aroma of this amptheater of a cafetria is strong enough to send a person into euphoric slumber of content.
8/13
The caffeine explodes through my veins as I bomb down Route 48 in my trusty Ford "Danger Ranger" Ranger. I look into the rearview mirror and my right eye is looking particularly patriotic this morning, the dull white, the screaming sleep-depraved bloodshot red, and the ever calm blue. How long has it been? 20...perhaps 36 hours since these eyes of mine have gotten rest.
For now, I'm out.
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