It's been a while since I've written. I either don't get around to writing daily, or I have nothing worth writing. On occassion, it's a combination of both. But, now I have the chance to sit down and write a little, so I'm going to. I'm thinking about changing my layout. It's gorgeous, but it's really... dark, and, right now, that's not me. -shrug- I don't feel like going through all the hassle, though, so for now it will stay as it is.
I went golfing today. =D Well, actually -I- didn't go golfing, my dad did. I got to drive the golf cart. hehe... You really forget how fun something like that is. It brought back all kinds of memories of going golfing with my dad as a kid. I used to always love raking the sand traps. I would beg my dad to let me wash the golf balls, even though most of them were spotless. I liked to drink cold water from the paper cups, sucking all the liquid out of the bottom. Good times... I never really noticed as a child how peaceful golf courses are. Aside from the occassion idiotic yells from stupid, inconsiderate people, and the oddly resonant sound of the club hitting a ball, it's extremely quiet. The canopy of trees overhead, along with the view of the river, and glimpse of the clear sky, make everything serene. It's a nice place to get a bit of light reading done- I finished "Romeo and Juliet" on the course this afternoon. Now, I simply have to read "Much Ado About Nothing," and I will be prepared.
"A Tale of Two Cities" was- surprisingly- an extremely good book. I really, really liked it. It's the best book I've read in a long time. "The Picture of Dorian Gray" was slightly less impressive, but decent. As for "Romeo and Juliet"... Who can say anything bad about one of the greatest plays of all time? One of the questions posed in the back of my edition asked, "Do you think that people prefer happy endings over tragic ones?" That really got me thinking. I believe that people enjoy a sorrowful ending every once in a while as a happy ending. Imperfect endings just seem- with a bit of exaggeration and embellishment- more... real. Life doesn't always have a perfect, happy ending. I think people see the reality of characters ending up less than happy, and they really identify with that. That's just my view on it, though.
I'm starting to really get excited about the start of the new school year. I do, however, hate the thought of starting summer band. Is it really worth all the time that I have to devote to it? If I end up having a heat stroke, and almost passing out again... -shakes her head- I don't know what I'll do. Stupid band teachers... I think they get some kind of pleasure out of torturing us. Our lives don't revolve around band, but they seem to want them to. I'm not going to let band interfere with my schoolwork, or any of my other extra curricular activities. I'm not going to schedule my life around band. I'm pretty much ready for school to start. I'm looking forward to French, and English, and Drama, and... well, pretty much all of my classes besides Math. But, I'm sure that if band can be tolerable, Math can be too. We'll see. I'm determined to do extremely well this year. I know, I say that at the begining of every school year. But this time, I'm really going to stick to it. This year is going to be different. hehe, I say -that- every year, too. This time it's true, though. I'm going to make sure of that... I'm going to go back to school with a whole new confidence, so that people can't help but love me. Not that they don't already. ;) LMAO, you can gather that much from my multitude of stalkers. -giggles-
About Nick... I'm starting to get scared again, about this relationship. It's not that I -want- us to break up... I'm just... indifferent about it. I wouldn't care if we broke up, but, if we stay together, that's fine to. The fact that I -am- so indifferent about it scares me. I feel like I should feel strongly one way or the other, but I don't. I don't know what to do. But, I'm sure I'll figure it out. It might just take some time.
I guess that's it. Another entry when I get the chance.