I call a foul

On you and you and you.

I and Love and You

Romanticism is now being eclipsed by studyism.  Every night, I spend hours reading at least fifty pages (23 minutes per 10 pages approx) of In Cold Blood or reading and note-taking over 30 pages of a History book (2 hours reading, 30 min-1 hour noting the next morning), The American Pageant.  And I don't want to have this much on my plate right now.  I have to worry about next year's classes, AP Chemistry (i think i failed a test today because i didnt know that the test was today...), college, Standard tests, research classes, and the orchestration of all these events when i do not have a car...  And its a 30 minute drive to anywhere you want to go (school, college) from my house.  My parents arent home when i need them to be, and so i cannot decide that i need to go somewhere on the dot.  It has to be planned.

I hope that all of you have had a wonderful day.  I hope that you have enjoyed it, any smells, the colors, the nice people out there, the learning frenzy called life, the abstract thoughts, the pleasurable moments, the little babies crying, the birds singing, the newly bright weather, the people that are friends, the people that are inspiring, the ideas that we so dearly love.  I sincerely hope you are enjoying it.

Remember a while back when i said that i liked that freshman, well i am going to go talk to him tomorrow.  He apparently has the same lunch as me (i eat outside; he inside.  Thereby, it went over my head that we have the same lunch.), and he was sitting all alone today.  So whether or not it seems creapy or anything, I shall go sit down with him.  And we shall commence a conversation.  I might even bring some cookies...  And it shall be wondrous.