A few days ago, I got a package in the mail; Christmas boot socks. Ever since then I have been endlessly thinking about Christmas. I cannot stop talking about those seasonal cookies, and fuzzy sweatshirts. In all seriousness, Jingle Bells has been the theme song of my week.Yesterday, I made a pie. I must have an illness, because I NEVER bake. In order to cure my latest obsession, I've been telling myself over and over that Christmas is next week; always next week. If i see any of you at school this week, do not tell me that we have another three months. I simply will not accept it. The good news is however, joy has been practically my only emotion, because around Christmastime, I always feel great.:) So now, I feel happy all the time! Still, I NEED CHRISTMAS!
Today I realized how much I love music. I didn't have the best day ever, and I haven't exactly been cheerful. A few hours ago I found out that my grades aren't really, shall I say; wonderful. I'm only getting one A out of all of my core classes. Because of that I was busy moping around today. I decided to kill time by playing my new acoustic guitar; mahogany, with a "John Lennon" guitar strap. I brought my guitar up to my room, and started to play "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd. About 30 seconds into the song, I looked up at my mirror across my room and saw that I was smiling. (Smiling is not typically an odd thing for me, but today it wasn't a frequent.) So basically, playing my guitar- the sound, the feel, the rhythm, made me feel better today. I'm not sure why, but I think it made me more calm. Music has a tendency of doing that for me. I love it; music, playing guitar, the soft sound of a G chord. Maybe I’m being a bit odd in saying this, but music makes me happy somehow, and today my guitar helped me see I love it even more than I thought I did.
This past weekend I enjoyed a wonderful camping trip. The fun started on Saturday morning, when i left my house, in my small, black Jeep. At the time i was rather excited, seeing that I was finally able to leave Illinois again for the first time since spring break. After a long car ride of watching corn, and highway, and more corn, i arrived at a campground in "tropical" Wisconsin. As soon as I got out of the car, my friend Steffan who i met there, suggested we go on a bike ride to a very colorful part of the forest. He was right, it was very colorful. The leaves ranged from a light-lime green, to a dark forest-y color. The bark; soft shades of white and brown. Pastel orange and red pine needles coated the forest floor. It was beautiful; perhaps the most beautiful thing I've seen in quite some time. Being in the midst of such fascinating nature was just great. Later that same day, the sun slowly faded into the horizon, and we decided to play cops and robbers in the sea of such trees. The game was exciting and fast-paced. However, half way through the night my legs were already full of blood from diving into thorn bushes. I kept playing until everything went dak, and suddenly it was morning. I woke up on the floor of a cold, damp tent, with birds cheeping in the background. My back hurt from sleeping on the ground, but I didn't mind; it was all part of the camping experience. That day, I ate breakfast cooked over a fire, went to church, kayaked, and played capture the flag. The weekend continued like this for two more days, two more typically laid back days. I had such a good time hanging out with friends and family, bike riding, and relaxing, that the weekend went by in a heartbeat. Monday morning I awoke again, to the sounds of nature: winds drifting, birds cheeping, and the distant sound of fire crackling. It had been a great time, but it was time i journey back on over to my house. We packed the car, swam, and headed back here to little Illinois, after getting a quick Carmel Macchiato at a local coffee shop. Relaxation, exercise, time with my some of my favorite people, and a little fun were all i needed, and my last camping trip definitely gave me what Iwanted. In a word, my camping experience was, well, perfect. :)
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