So I am home from my soccer game, which was fun because it was really, really, muddy. We were all covered and splattered, and on top of all that, five yellow cards were awarded between our team and theirs. We lost, but what's new?
I danced all the way through the day today, start to finish. I was in a terrific mood and I sang a lot. I hope I don't lose this streak, because Miko gets all kinds of fun when he sees how glowing I am. The only damper to my day is the fact that I seem to have acquired an internal hordeolum. Look it up, it's no picnic.
Tomorrow, lots of grand things are in store. I have piano lessons after school, no other activities of any kind, America's Next Top Model is on, and I'm crossing my fingers for Mexican.
Food, that is.
Also, our county fair is next week. I know that all kinds of places have fairs, but ours is truly something special. It is the second smallest fair in the state, second only the state fair itself. And considering that I live in a tiny town, in such a tiny, agriculturally oriented county, our fair is a freaking ordeal. I swear, like 99% percent of kids in my school do 4-H. (Which is more or less an organization of sorts that honestly allows people to make hundreds upon hundreds of dollars off a single cake. Or a dozen cookies. Or a pig. Or a little bitty naive bunny. ((I have a thing about the people who show bunnies. The instructional book they are given shows the way they mutilate the bunnies after they are bought. Who in God's name raises a bunny from birth and then sacrifices it to such a horrible fate? Hm?!))) Anyway, even though I don't exhibit my dogs anymore (they don't kill the dogs, mind you) I still love the fair. The food is amazing, there are tons of diverse people, it's a whole week off school, and I can always go for the Pharoah's Fury.
Ohoh! And I took English and Spanish quizzes today and blew them BOTH out of the water. I'm am sooooo bilingual. HAAHA! Anyone who's ever taken our school's Spanish program would laugh at that. This is about the extent of my Espanol vocabulary: Hola! Me llamo Morgan, como estas? I'm serious that's it.
Not much has occured other than that, and I am about to recieve a phone call. AND my battery is waning.
Soooooo
Goodnight!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
I know I suck.
It has been one whole month and one whole day since I last wrote anything on this blog. I regret that. I have been, to say the least, busy and occupied in more ways than one. What this really says to me, though, is that I'm letting it all get away from me. I am only (semi)guaranteed eight more months and some weeks or days until Miko is gone. For months at a time, or for years, or forever. Which is why I have to slow it down, and breath in the moments.
Now despite how melancholy that sounded, I'm actually pretty much glowing lately. I reread Stargirl and it's sequel and my paradigm was once again shifted like my own little tectonic plate clicking together so my brain can make sense. I was able to conclude that: life is always passing and sometimes you can't catch all the things that float by and keep them forever. Sometimes, you have you let one of your catches go, so that new things can seep in. And sometimes, your net is just the right size, and you can hold certain things inside it forever. But regardless, you have to keep on swimming.
School is pretty much the same as it always has been. Not hard, very time consuming, often petty, and always the provider of something to do. In other news, Karley has informed me that she would like to be civil (since I've been acting like a monkey) but that 'she doesn't need my crap, and I don't need her's'. Which is to say, she wants absolutely nothing to do with me, but she no longer wants to look like the psycho. I think this is supposed to upset me or at least make me feel like something has shifted, but really, I just don't care. I am baffled and unperturbed.
I promise promise that I will start to write more often, something a lot closer to everyday. I enjoy writing, I need to write, and I have no official incentive to do so. And thus, I will write in this. Hooray!
And goodnight.
Now despite how melancholy that sounded, I'm actually pretty much glowing lately. I reread Stargirl and it's sequel and my paradigm was once again shifted like my own little tectonic plate clicking together so my brain can make sense. I was able to conclude that: life is always passing and sometimes you can't catch all the things that float by and keep them forever. Sometimes, you have you let one of your catches go, so that new things can seep in. And sometimes, your net is just the right size, and you can hold certain things inside it forever. But regardless, you have to keep on swimming.
School is pretty much the same as it always has been. Not hard, very time consuming, often petty, and always the provider of something to do. In other news, Karley has informed me that she would like to be civil (since I've been acting like a monkey) but that 'she doesn't need my crap, and I don't need her's'. Which is to say, she wants absolutely nothing to do with me, but she no longer wants to look like the psycho. I think this is supposed to upset me or at least make me feel like something has shifted, but really, I just don't care. I am baffled and unperturbed.
I promise promise that I will start to write more often, something a lot closer to everyday. I enjoy writing, I need to write, and I have no official incentive to do so. And thus, I will write in this. Hooray!
And goodnight.
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