Maybe I should update...
I want to run away and not come back. Here is what I want to do (not by myself, I have one or two preferred people in mind to come with me):
I want to run away and live in a little cottage in a little town on the coast. I want to take walks on the beach, hike in nature, work in a little bookstore, make scrumptious coffee drinks, and lay in the sand (on a towel of course because I hate getting all sandy). I want to take naps in the sun and to read a book in the rain. I want to write to my heart's content on a shiny white MacBook (which I don't have) and have long meaningful talks with that someone. I want to decorate the cottage with thrift store furniture and eclectic artwork. I want to take long bike rides and I want to listen to Ben Folds and the like over and over. I want to go swimming until I'm wrinkly and I want to play the piano until my fingers drop off. That's what I want to do. But I have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility and so I will stay here at FPU (which I love) for three more years. Maybe I can do it then.
I have a lot to do in school this semester. I feel like I don't have much time for socializing and I feel guilty when I do because there's so many better (read: more A+ friendly) things I should be doing. It will be better next semester. Maybe I can actually make more friends than just two, both of whom I love with all my heart (Jenny and Lora, you know who you are. Well, yes, especially because I just said your names :).
But. I am looking forward to powderpuff greatly. Hopefully my team will not lose every game this year like we did last year. Our first game is on Thursday, which is actually really anoying because the SC game is on Thursday also. And it's at the same time as my game. Oh, ESPN, why do you want a Thursday game? And the Office starts on Thursday which makes me super happy.
So, in conclusion...my life is busy, go Trojans, I like handbells because I get to play the big bells, and I want to leave. Yay. :)
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When I was younger, and still during flights of wishful fancy, I had similar thoughts of escape. I would be snug in small harbor with a winter rain pelting the surface of my little ship. Bellow deck would be warm and cozy the only way a wood boat can be. A fire going in the wood burning stove and the smells of stew, warm drink, oiled wood, and leather bindings of old books would fill a cabin where there were few possessions but each of them were treasured and each had their place. Maybe when I retire...
you spelled annoying wrong. and i completely agree with running away. work is overrated.
yr not a lame-o...
can i come with you please? i promise not to be snide...
tho my version would include a dog
Wow, your conclusion basically sums up my life right now too, except I don't want to leave :)
P.S. You're the best Bass bells partner I've had yet, that is, until Tommy comes back :-P
I completely agree with you. I'd love to run away to my very own cottage by the sea :)
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