Wednesday, June 28, 2006

When I'm at work, I always try and think of something to write about. I guess it really helps me pass the time. Working at a car wash is not ideal, nor is it good in any way, but it gives me money, and that's all I need right now. I have to save up for college, for a car, for too much. I'm saving up to give away, to put it in simpler terms.

I have really been pondering the idea of going to Florida State for college, just so I can leave Jacksonville and my house and have some sort of freedom for once in my life. I don't want to be so dependent on my parents that I can't leave my home and feel like I can't succeed without them holding my hand. I've always hated how people can rely on their parents for their entire lives. Case in point: the children of J. Howard Marshall, the wealthy octogenarian, as well as the late ex-husband of Anna Nicole Smith. Those children never had jobs, never made their own money, and they just sat around waiting for their father to die, so then they become millionaires for doing nothing. I'm just glad that they didn't inherit that, because in some sick way, Smith deserves the money. She had sex with a senile dinosaur.

If I go to FSU and leave Jacksonville behind, I have a feeling I won't feel any discomfort in it. Though I do have plenty of people here that I'd miss, there is nothing here that I am emotionally attached to that couldn't come and see me. Leaving Jupiter, I missed bike rides on dirt roads, thunderstorms at 3pm during the summer, and skating at the elementary school. Leaving Chesapeake Beach, I missed snow days, late night Wal-Mart with Ben, Shannon, and Morgan, my basement, and skating the curbs with Ben, Shawn, and James. Leaving Jacksonville, I will miss...people. People can always visit, but Mother Nature has never let the weather come and play.

I would love a house to call to call my own, as well as a lawn. I would love my own couch, my own television with my own Playstation 2 connected to it. I would love my own windows, my own flooring, my own rooftop.

I have a feeling I'd treasure everything quite a bit more if only I bought it. Then, maybe, I'd have something to miss here in North Florida.

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