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21 days until I turn 21!!!
Apr. 18th, 2006 09:51 amToday's quote, on a gold strip, is actually a line from a poem. I don't know which poem, but if y'all bug me about it I can go look it up again. I realize that this leaves it somewhat out of context, but it was the imagery that caught my attention, not the context.
"/that dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea/" --Yeats
It's appropriate for today, which will be the first day of my sailing class.
I walked along the ocean last night and remembered how much I love it. It's going to be interesting to see if the Atlantic has any sort of the same feel as the Pacific, to see if it pulls at me the same way. Am I an inherently Pacific person, or does it not really matter which ocean I'm near? I guess we'll see. I've never touched the Atlantic, though I had the chance in Normandy when I was 16. At any rate, I doubt the beaches in Connecticut will be anything like the beaches in Santa Cruz. I'm going to miss it here.
Some strange social things have been happening in the last couple weeks, the least of which was hanging out with redhead George from photography last night (he has a girlfriend, there's no chance of romance there [thank God; that would just be TOO weird]). I didn't tell him about George. It would be strange; what would I say? "You look a lot like my old best friend, and strangely, you have the same name. It kind of freaks me out." And then he'd look at me and go, "Riiiiight." Or, "So?" And really, So?
All right. Off to finish French homework.
"/that dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea/" --Yeats
It's appropriate for today, which will be the first day of my sailing class.
I walked along the ocean last night and remembered how much I love it. It's going to be interesting to see if the Atlantic has any sort of the same feel as the Pacific, to see if it pulls at me the same way. Am I an inherently Pacific person, or does it not really matter which ocean I'm near? I guess we'll see. I've never touched the Atlantic, though I had the chance in Normandy when I was 16. At any rate, I doubt the beaches in Connecticut will be anything like the beaches in Santa Cruz. I'm going to miss it here.
Some strange social things have been happening in the last couple weeks, the least of which was hanging out with redhead George from photography last night (he has a girlfriend, there's no chance of romance there [thank God; that would just be TOO weird]). I didn't tell him about George. It would be strange; what would I say? "You look a lot like my old best friend, and strangely, you have the same name. It kind of freaks me out." And then he'd look at me and go, "Riiiiight." Or, "So?" And really, So?
All right. Off to finish French homework.
