Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate
It just struck me how very little time I have left before school starts. Three days until Girls' State (I never did figure out where the apostrophe is supposed to go, or if it is supposed to be there at all), and immediately after that, I get to go on a road trip to Colorado, and I won't come back home until one or two days before school starts.
Did I mention that I will be *driving* to Colorado?
Everyone who will be on the road in Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, and north Louisiana from August 9 to August 16, please contact me and I will let you know what areas and what roads I'm supposed to be on at that time. Considering that I really do *not* have any sense of direction and out vehicle does not come with GPS, I suggest you do your best to not leave your home. If you live near a major highway, try to relocate to your basement. Thank you for your cooperation.
Ur.
[note to self: Scribbler Chrislea's Notebook]
Hm. Have almost memorized the lyrics to Lucia di Lammermoor! Now am trying to fit Mio Babbino Caro into my brain as well, along with Nella Fantasie and Habanera.
::Note:: If you happen to somehow forget the danger to your life and end up driving in the aforementioned areas while I am in the vicinity, steer clear from jerky vehicles emitting frightening shrieking noses to an orchestral accompaniment.
Am furiously working on long neglected college forms.
Meh. I've been preparing for this college stuff since fourth grade. Now that I am actually a *senior* (which, by the way, is not impressing me half as much as it used to. what a surprise.) and am at the point where I am no longer planning, I am actually implementing... I can't help but feel somewhat lost. It's here, it's real, these are the papers that could alter my life's course into whatever the fates have in store, and somehow i'm torn between being scared to death and laughing at myself for being rediculous. I confuse me sometimes. You would think that I would know exactly what to do. And, actually, I *do* know *what* to do. But while I work, sometimes I end up just staring at the form and damning it for being a flat sheet of dried tree pulp and being as powerful as it is. And then I remember that it's not the paper, it's what I put down, it all depends on me and my carefully rehearsed answers to their generic and politely prying questions. I remind myself that my future is in my own hands, is built on my past and present choices and the task before me is very simple, just play my cards right, don't mess up now, and everything will be ok. It's in *my* hands, and no one else's.
And yet, that thought is not nearly as reassuring as I'd like.
It just struck me how very little time I have left before school starts. Three days until Girls' State (I never did figure out where the apostrophe is supposed to go, or if it is supposed to be there at all), and immediately after that, I get to go on a road trip to Colorado, and I won't come back home until one or two days before school starts.
Did I mention that I will be *driving* to Colorado?
Everyone who will be on the road in Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, and north Louisiana from August 9 to August 16, please contact me and I will let you know what areas and what roads I'm supposed to be on at that time. Considering that I really do *not* have any sense of direction and out vehicle does not come with GPS, I suggest you do your best to not leave your home. If you live near a major highway, try to relocate to your basement. Thank you for your cooperation.
Ur.
[note to self: Scribbler Chrislea's Notebook]
Hm. Have almost memorized the lyrics to Lucia di Lammermoor! Now am trying to fit Mio Babbino Caro into my brain as well, along with Nella Fantasie and Habanera.
::Note:: If you happen to somehow forget the danger to your life and end up driving in the aforementioned areas while I am in the vicinity, steer clear from jerky vehicles emitting frightening shrieking noses to an orchestral accompaniment.
Am furiously working on long neglected college forms.
Meh. I've been preparing for this college stuff since fourth grade. Now that I am actually a *senior* (which, by the way, is not impressing me half as much as it used to. what a surprise.) and am at the point where I am no longer planning, I am actually implementing... I can't help but feel somewhat lost. It's here, it's real, these are the papers that could alter my life's course into whatever the fates have in store, and somehow i'm torn between being scared to death and laughing at myself for being rediculous. I confuse me sometimes. You would think that I would know exactly what to do. And, actually, I *do* know *what* to do. But while I work, sometimes I end up just staring at the form and damning it for being a flat sheet of dried tree pulp and being as powerful as it is. And then I remember that it's not the paper, it's what I put down, it all depends on me and my carefully rehearsed answers to their generic and politely prying questions. I remind myself that my future is in my own hands, is built on my past and present choices and the task before me is very simple, just play my cards right, don't mess up now, and everything will be ok. It's in *my* hands, and no one else's.
And yet, that thought is not nearly as reassuring as I'd like.
posted by Deborah at 12:50:00 AM
