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With the Sound Turned Off.
I think that Governor's School allows you to bullshit things on purpose. I think they realize how fucking hypocritical they are (and yes, I am a total hypocrite and moron for saying that and yet remaining within the system. But honestly... there IS no way out anymore. I kind of do want to go to college.) and subconciously give you easy assingments. It ruins our lives, really, and makes us ill-prepared for the future...
...assuming we had a fututre in the first place...
but in anycase, they seem to often times allow us to "read" books that have already been made into movies or give us vague prompts with which to do what we will. It's nice to have the freedom... kinda funny, too.
I still f.u.c.k.i.n.g hate summer assignments, though; inside governor's school or out.
We are going to the beach today! Jackie, Annie, Gracie and I and going to go pick up boys (well, I might not be picking up boys, but they will!) and roam the shores of the Rappahannock River. =] I miss the beach so much. My plan in life has become incredibly simple. I am going to go to Berkley or Stanford or UCLA or ANY UNIVERSITY IN CALIFORNIA so I can live on the beach and be a beautiful bum.
I miss Florida. I wish sometimes that we hadn't moved, but then I remember that things (besides Michi and Allie and such) could be bad down there, too, I guess. But Ft. Lauderdale just seems so much more like home than anywhere else, especially Stafford. And the kids, from what I could remember, and from what Michi tells me, are just so much f.u.c.k.i.n.g smarter and more mature. Hah. I guess I wouldn't fit in then. =]
I had a dream about Chris Ashbrenner last night. It was the strangest thing. I guess 'cos I'm going down to Florida soon, I was thinking about everyone. The dream took place in Stafford, though, so I'm not sure what was going on there. I saw him, though, and we talked quite a bit in his house until late at night. Michi tells me he's got a little girlfriend now that he's always with, and it's the same girl he told me about the last time I talked to him... which was at least four or five months ago. Eee... young love. -grin-
It's really strange. I've been dreaming more and more about the block I lived on in Florida, and going to people's houses in it and riding my bike around the neighborhood. I love nostalgia.
<3
The smile dropped off his face, and I quite joking around.
"I can never tell with you; and it scares the hell out of me."
I can't tell either, love.
--alex.
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