I complained to my dad about back pains today, and after he listened to my back with his stethoscope for 10 whole minutes, he concluded that I have pneumonia.
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I complained to my dad about back pains today, and after he listened to my back with his stethoscope for 10 whole minutes, he concluded that I have pneumonia.
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Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved.
And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly with desire. My old man’s brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else’s gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another’s eyes.
Time erodes us all.
” —from “What I Was” by Meg RosoffThe dog days are over
The dog days are gone
can you hear the horses
Cuz here they comeRun fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your loving behind you
Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive
Oh gosh, i love this song.
Let’s go swimming!
I had another driving lesson today. My father was convinced that I could finally get out of the neighborhood and drive on a 50mph road. (I know, finally!) He was smart and started me out with a small neighborhood that eased into a 45 into a 50. When he told me to turn into the big, scary, fast road I thought I was going to have one of those moments where I thought I would panic, scream, let go of the wheel and just start crying. But that was all in my head; in reality I was so calm and collect. It felt nice, driving during sunset (except for the occasional sun-in-the-eye-can’t-see-anything-i’m-gonna hit-a-car!). I felt so young and so old at the same time. In a way driving is going to be the first step to my independence (which is so long overdue. And no, living in an apartment doesn’t really count- after what happened I felt like I went one step forward, and two steps back, really).
I don’t know, I just feel really content at the moment. :)