I decided for a little change on my journal... I changed the title. =^.^= This is my story, I guess. A part of me that people will finally see, my mind. Hard to get into though, you unfortunate people you.
Mmm. So. Anyhow, enough of that "news".
School's out. This is officially the first day of summer. I love summer... So much. It's the thing I look forward to the most and most likely always will... Especially if I follow through with my back up plan of being a teacher. (It's so I can do something somewhat enjoyable while bringing in money to produce my art. XD) Yesterday I went to my friend's and swam... I was amazed at how warm the water was! Man are we having crazy weather... Must have something to do with the Ozone and the melting of all that ice... (Or if you want to look at it biblically: IT'S THE END OF THE TIMES! REPENT! REPENT!) I really do wish that this summer is full of memories. We need it to survive, I think.
--Ah yes, this also means that I am now a junior in highschool. I'm getting so old, so quick. whee I don't really have to many thoughts on that... It's mainly just me "whatever-ing" it... It's inevitable, why wish against it or hope for it? Lol. When I was little... I used to wish I could be one of these two ages: either three years old or seventeen years old. Three because I was too young to know anything or realize. Seventeen because I was old enough to realize and possibly do something about it by then (Plus, by that time I knew I would have my license and a way to escape). Just some of the thoughts when I was six years old. XD I guess, soon enough I shall have that wish... But now it doesn't seem that important to me. Things have gotten much better and more content. I'm just waiting.
Sometimes that really bothers me too. That it seems like all I'm doing is waiting. Or that all we're doing is waiting. And what's the only thing we can wait for? Happiness? Well, yeah... But we have random spurts of happiness all the time. Yesterday I had many random spurts of happiness. I can't be waiting for that. I have plenty of it. Death seems to be the ultimate here... It's the final thing. Or at least, that's what I believe; there's nothing past death and all I'm waiting for is that. It makes me tired just thinking about it. Maybe I feel like we're like this because we've got everything we need. There's nothing else for us to need... History has built itself up to this present so well... What else is there to look forward to? But then, maybe there is a lot to look forward to... We just need another brilliant mind to come forward with that idea and present it to us for us to shoot down but that mind to make it anyway and show us how wrong we were.
Then... wouldn't all of those time periods have felt the same way too? Because they couldn't see what kind of future they were heading for... Only those few brilliant minds that made us the way we are today did.
Enough on that matter. I want to take a shower.
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natasha.
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