Sunday

1..2..3.. bum budda bumm

Dreams age faster than dreamers,
that's a fact of life Pete has discovered as the years pass. 
Yet the last ones often die surprisingly hard, 
screaming in low, miserable voices at
 the back of the brain.

I don't want that to happen to me. It's already happening. I'm going after it. Thanks, Steven King.

Wednesday

People change, and I've been changing everything

My old life appears so distant and far now that it seems the only things that keep it in check are the friends from back home. I knew college would be a big change, but I suppose I wasn't quite ready for it. I never thought I would find myself missing back home, but this summer was so epic. Every day was an adventure and nothing was wasted. I can only hope for a time slot as happy as the last when I think about the future. This will be different, though, it's inevitable. All the people I was once so close to are now foggy and distanced. Some remain, but I feel college life is taking its toll..
and it seems to be getting warmer instead of colder. 
I can't wait for New York City.