"The weather has begun to clear up nicely," I thought to myself as I sat in the kitchen drinking my coffee and talking to people I know via the computer screen. "I think it's about time to get myself cleaned up and continue reading that book," I thought as I yawned and realized it was already almost two o'clock. I really waste too much time just sitting around thinking about what I'm going to do. How about I get a few things done today. That will be really nice. I really do not like feeling stressed out right before school starts. It just starts the year off wrong. I will not have a repeat of last year. This year will be different...this will be a good year. A happy one. One that I can remember. The last one.

I must not let my mind wander off too far current priorities. It's still good for me to play my guitar and bash on the drums whenever I feel like it, but I cannot let my laziness and short attention span get out of control. Time moves too quick to waste it not doing anything worth while.

Bleep bleep. "What's this?" I thought casually to myself as the computer showed a new message had been sent to my inbox. "Hey it's an old friend," my stomach lurched slightly with a fluttering sense. "It makes me glad to know that my friends are doing well, even when we do have trouble keeping in touch." There are just too many memories attached to these people. I can never just forget them. I mustn't. That would kill me. I need happy memories to keep me going. To get me through each day of this life. They keep me grounded and glad just to be alive. That's all I'll ever need.

I really want to keep learning those meaningful songs on the guitar. No one else may know them, but at least I can learn them and remember them for my own reasons. We need to get Aramis (needs a new name: Immersia?) together and have a nice jam session before the summer ends. School is just way to close to be real. The only thing about that which will likely continue to bother me is that it will be over in an instant and all that I have known for these long past years will drastically change.
Then I must anchor myself to something or risk being taken away by the life's current. All I'll need is my music, my pen, and my memories to keep this one moment I live in alive till I reach my next crossroads six to eight years from now (I would really like to get my masters, doctorate would be even better!). We'll see what happens down the road.

I take one last look at the sky. Time to get to work. I'll be returning to this some time soon. When I feel more accomplished about today.