My room is dark and as I stare across the twenty yards separating my dorm from Morrison Hall, the thought occurs to me that it looks very much like a hotel. Lights are on in Morrison's windows at random intervals, but most of the curtains are closed. Why is that? I'm in front of my window all the time and would very much like to strike up a sitcom-esque friendship with a mysterious somebody in a dimly lit window. Sigh, they never come out though. The lights are on but they're hiding.
Today was beautiful-a thick fog and light mist that made everything magical. For anyone who doesn't know and would like to, I am making a run at trying out for the football team. Wish me luck. I'm training now and plan to be gradually turning up my preparation to near full-time. Which will make things interesting when I get a job. :) Goodbye, social life.
Galen, I miss you horribly and will be selfish in wishing a speedy return from warm beaches, trade winds, and tans.
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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I know it's snowing there. I know I spent all day laying on a beach. I know it's flirting with 0 there while our "cold" days are 65. I know there is nothing to do there and I'm doing something new every day here. I know there are beautiful people there and ... and that's most of the problem. I kind of want to be there. I know, it's stupid, I know. I miss you too.
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