| i've found that with each increasing year i have been less and less
pumped for school to start. this year takes the cake. i walked to class
today with a welling tear in my eye... longing desperatley for the
summer that went entirerly to quickley... did i have a summer?
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| since i got kicked out of heritage a week before i could move into the d-house i've spent the last week as a nomad. i spent four days camping at berlin lake and am living out of my van and sleeping at a friends apartment. lol. tomarrow i move into the lovely house on veiw. its so weird how quickly i feel like a visitor on campus. |
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| i spent an hour inventing games involving four crutches (all left in the building by iresponasble former residents) and a volly ball with Jason... its getting bad... |
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| this made me think...
"o if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man..."
-- Good Will Hunting |
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| so i am cureently killing time before taking my last final of the year.... oh how i have awaited this day. to finally rejoice in my massive five week summer. look out laguna beach i'm about to go buck wild on this season. |
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