Well, maybe I'm not leaving.
10 October, 2003 | 7:15 p.m.

Maybe Diaryland is a harder place to leave than I originally thought. Or, perhaps I'm merely a desperately boring person with nothing better to do. Whatever the reason, here I sit, staring my life away into the oblivion that is multi-colored pixels.

Today, I want to live as I've never wanted to live before. I don't know what has encouraged me to break loose and celebrate, but I feel passionate about everything, from running my usual three miles to screaming along with the radio at the top of my lungs. It's like something took over me today and I have energy, positivity, and simple, pure hope, as my only guiding forces. I could fly on the back of youth, dance under the shower of love and leap for the chance of everything better.

For what's the first time in my life, I could scream in bliss any minute of any day. With The Assignment From Hell behind me and only three days of Spanish 101 in front of me, the world is mine. I suggest you stand back, or this wave of energy may very well drown you.

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