I'm a bad luck charm

I float down the dirt path with
no thought of where to go.
I come from here
and I go to there
and where is there I need not know.

I tried the one syllable thing, and that little poem was the only thing I really came up with. Writing with one syllable is definitely a lot harder than it seems. Do you know what else is hard? Writing in the dark. It's approximately 8:04 p.m. and my blog post is due in about 26 minutes and I just scrapped my previous attempt at writing a post using words with just one syllable. I left my room to eat dinner and when I came back, I discovered that everything is rebelling against me.

By this I mean that the lights in my room burnt out, and since today is not my lucky day, my dad is at a meeting and can't help me out of this dark situation (haha...). I am absolutely hopeless at doing nifty things like changing light bulbs; I doubt I could even reach the light fixture.

I'm feeling like a bad luck charm right now, since it seems like everything I touch has been breaking. Yesterday I finished all of my homework early and was planning on skyping one of my best friends from camp, Maya, who lives in Chicago. I log onto Skype only to find out that apparently my built-in webcam is broken. Upon closer inspection of the physical camera, it appears that part of it has fallen off.

My laptop is really falling apart right now in general. The casing on it is starting to crack and now the screen flops around lifelessly like a soggy noodle. Even more annoying is the fact that for the past two weeks, my laptop has been crashing every time I try to do complicated things like checking my email. In fact, it's looking like this post is going to go up late since I have just returned from the third crash in half an hour..

Anyway, I can tell that this post is becoming really whiny so I'll just end it with a joke that my friend Elliot told me a few days ago.

Elliot: Knock, knock.
Me: Who's there?
Elliot: To.
Me: To who?
Elliot: You mean to whom!

Time

Time is a weird thing. Sometimes it drags on, inching along as slow as a snail, and at other times it rushes by with dizzying speed. During a sports season, I have to do my homework in a significantly smaller amount of time than I would when I'm not in a sport. Working under this stress and pressure actually makes me work more quickly.

I'm mentioning this right now because next week I'm going to have a lot more time on my hands, because cross country season is almost over. I'll have several extra hours every day to do my homework or, more likely, to waste and procrastinate.

I'm sad that cross country is ending. While I'll be happy to have more free time, and I probably won't miss the tough workouts, it's a bittersweet ending. I still have next year's season, but it'll be different. For one thing, there will be new freshman. This year's seniors will be gone. Even crazier, I'll be a senior.

It's hard to believe that my high school career is more than halfway over. It seems like just yesterday that I was starting my first day of subbie year, lugging a backpack full of supplies for subbie science and wondering if I would make new friends. Though the long nights of studying seemed to drag by slowly, the time has passed so quickly.

College -- and the future -- is quickly approaching, and yet a complete mystery. While some days I may want to escape this town, I'm definitely not ready for it yet. For now, I'm trying to savor every moment and slow down time. I don't have unlimited time, but I want to make the most of my remaining time in high school. I wish I had realized as a subbie that five years at Uni would pass by so quickly, so I could've taken advantage of all the opportunities offered to me. Now, with less than two years left, I'm just wishing that I could have more time.