a pretty good day

I've been having a lot of those lately. I could be grateful, but that's too - not me. I'm basically just bored. It's all good though. I have lots of things to tap into when I'm bored, all of them educational. I feel like I'm at the top of an exciting list of activities. You know how actually getting things done always feels good from the top of the list, to the middle, and the end? I love it. Goodnight.

"school"

YEah, since I don't have much school I decided to just use all the stuff I have that makes me learn for 2-3 hours everyday. Today I worked on my music study course, and my math. I want to work on my chess tomorrow. Maybe write a little. I have been practicing guitar a lot lately. I really like folk music right now. That's mah new style.

Let's get better!

I am sick, and want to get better. I'm loving jamming on my guitar, I'm going to get better. My days haven't exactly been what I want them to. I'll make them better. That is all.

I'm old... wait, no I'm not!

Today I realized how old I am and how old I'm not. Only a little though. I find it hard to believe that any human being fully comprehends the rate in which time passes or the way we grow. I'm a YCL this year, and all my YCL's are in college. What this means is that I'm about to be the grown up to a lot of girls. I've never been the grown up before. This is weird thought.
It is what it is. I always hated pining over the past and how things used to be; fretting over how grown up the youngest is and what not. This was only a kickstart of my life.
I would like every grown up ever to understand the way things were before [name life altering event here] is not how they were meant to stay. It is not a new life, or a new opportunity. It is not a ruining event. It is not leaving anything behind. It was always so.

Sunday Secret: a reccuring thought

Every night as I ponder my day and drift into sleep I have this thought;

God loves the heck out of me.

A real bosom buddy.

Eh, things are mediocre most of the time. I'm generally pretty happy with my individual days but there's always some underlying feeling of solitude. It's whatever I suppose, but I'm always wishing I had a best friend like Tiger in Fievel Goes West, or like Diane. I need a bosom buddy.
I think someday I'll find it. I don't think they're here, in Calvert County, to be honest. I don't know where they are but I want to know them real bad.