Wednesday, October 13, 2004

I feel like I'm back to a year ago, sitting alone in that little corner in my little swivel chair in front of my computer with the radio playing. It's not just the feeling of being in the same place, it's deeper than that. Like how I'm sitting, or how my feet and legs feel, or how cold the air is, or what song is on. Currently, it's Here Without You. This song was once on my playlist. That's important.

See, I'm strange in that I remember the more recent summers through music. A few summers ago, there was Complicated and A Thousand Miles. And a summer or two after that there was Ordinary Day and Michelle Branch songs. And last winter there was Here Without You and Bright Lights. I'll hear one of these songs, or others that I listened to at that time, and I'll get images in my mind. Not just ideas, images. I guess I'm a pretty visual person, so that's why I'll get things like that. Kind of like when I'm taking a test, and I can't remember the answer off the top of my head, I'll think back to when I was reading about it, and I'll remember almost exactly what the page looked like. This works especially well if the information in question was a heading. Obviously.

Other than that, nothing of interest has happened. There was a lot of shit about National History Day in Miss Bauer's class, but I guess it's all resolved now. Prettymuch we were supposed to work on this big, huge, monstrously important project in a group she'd assigned us. The aforesaid group, by the way, SUCKS. Then she compromised a bit, and said we could make our own groups. But the amount of groups in the class COULD NOT EXCEED EIGHT. Fine, everyone says, and they make their groups. But most people went home and fired off an email, and today she said that fine, we could work in whatever groups we wanted.

So I get to be by myself.

And piss everyone else off.

But we're all mature, aren't we? We won't blow things out of proportions.

Riiight.

Ashlyn @ 10:22 PM