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| :: 9.28.2003 :: | :: 10:06 PM :: | |
| After watching a movie tonight ( the specific movie is not important ), I find myself thinking, "Why can't my life be like that?" Why can't I get the girl in the end? Why can't I be incredibly smooth and say exactly the right thing at the right time?
I ponder this for a long time and never come up with any sort of concrete answer. I find that I live now for the dream. I live for the possibility that one day, perhaps, my break will come. One day, that person on the big screen will be envious of me. Perhaps, that sentiment is the essence of hope for the bulk of mankind. Perhaps, everyone goes day to day thinking, "If only today is the day..." That's not necessarily the way I want to live my life though. I want to live as though every moment was MY moment, that everyday was THE day, live life similar to the philosophy "Live everyday as though it were your last." Perhaps, I'm just dreaming of a day or a moment that will never come. I don't know for sure. But, I can hope. I can hope, and I can dream that all will come out, that the day of Fritze, will be this day. But then....there's only two hours left in this day. So, it would be better if tomorrow were THE day. So goes the life of Fritze the Great. | ||
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| :: 9.23.2003 :: | :: 2:26 PM :: | |
| Here I sit in the middle of "U.S. Humanities" regretting that I ever took this class. The better of my choices would have been AP Language Arts for in that class, one actually learns something. However, as you can probably predict from most of my blogs, such is life.
The cogs of time continue to turn, and I continue to adjust to my environment. It takes a while for me as I have not moved very often. I begin to make new friends and hopefully in the near future, some more significant friends. I must report to my correspondents from Indiana that I have found a person similar to Joe F. His name is Nick M. ( I will not publish full names of minors on the internet for that is illegal. If you contact me, I will reveal the full names of these people ). Nick and I have three classes together so we often walk between them together. One day, while walking down a staircase, Nick and I were conversing about some odd topic like usual. He then turns to me and says, "It builds character." I instantly burst into laughter and realized that while you may move far away from your home, your friends are never very far. All you have to do is find them again. A very touching story, no? Yeah, I guess it's fitting for U.S. Humanities. So goes the life of Fritze the Great. | ||
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