knowing what I want to do with my life, but not knowing what I should do until then. Because, the grown-up world demands an "until then."
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I won't be home for Halloween, but I'll be there for Christmas.
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I miss you guys. I realized the other day that of all the friends I've made in the past ten years, you guys--AJ, Cammie, Meg, Lei--are still the best. I don't write as much as I used to, and I don't see you enough, but really. I say this with an objective rating of friend goodness. You four are the best.
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I miss playing the Sims. It's the only reason I regret switching from Windows to Ubuntu. One luxury I would like to have for myself is a computer set up solely for the Sims. Martin can share it if he wants to play his sports games. But he'd have a hard time prying me out of the chair, especially if I managed to collect every version. Sims Sims Sims--plus expansion packs.
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more rambling and procrastinating.
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I was going to say, you know that story about the boy and the magical ball of string? You know, where he pulls on one end to make his life go a little faster--like "Click," but lower-tech? The moral of the story was that if you just went through life at its normal pace, your memory of it would be that much richer when you used up all the string / got to the credits of the movie.
I was going to say, you know that story about the boy and the magical ball of string? If I had that ball right now, I'd pull on the string. I don't want to put up with this anymore; I want things to be great already.
But then--call me a sap now--I thought of all the times Martin made me smile after crying my eyes out over how awfully life was going. And I knew--sappiness continues--I wouldn't want to miss any of those times, any of the little in-between moments in the middle of the swamp and gloom, for anything. For those moments, getting to the "then" part of "until then" would be that much more wonderful, and slogging through the "until" part would be that much more worth it.
It'll be worth it, right?
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i agree. ^_^
i sometimes wish life was like the pretty stories. sometimes it is. most of the time it's not.. and so i wait for those days that it is. but why are they oh-so-fleeting? (:3
aw.. i miss you all too. i keep thinking when i see clear blue skies, "what a wonderful day to spend with the lkx.." i have yet to meet other people who can make me very comfortable that i can go on unguarded, laugh and talk and do "insane" things. but most of all i miss talking about, well.. how life has been so far. and not the what-have-u-been-doing kinda deal. the "how are your dreams and what are your crazy thoughts" kinda things. ^_~ it's not quite the same typing them and actually talking with insane tactics on the side.
sigh. here's a hug for y'all. *squishee*