Carlyn and I went to see The Day After Tomorrow. It was pretty exciting and I enjoyed watching it. It's nice to turn your brain off for a while and just watch pretty special effects and their supplementary loud noises. I still found myself questioning whether this could really happen or that could really happen. You can read this for a tiny insight on that area.

I was outside for about 3 hours today. This is the first time I've been sunburned in a long while. It has made me miss Pensacola again. I find myself missing that wonderful place about two or three times a year.

And I'm pretty sure it's not going to stop. I feel like my childhood is quickly moving into ancient history. I don't want to forget it. That's a mistake too many make. The reason for this odd prattle is Jeremy's wedding on October fourth. It's hard for me to believe that he's getting married. We're supposed to be little kids having fun, practically standing up in the car during that last mile of the drive to Myrtle Beach, and discussing comic books on Grampa's couch on Christmas Eve. That's how I'll always remember them. I have thousands of priceless memories collected over the past twenty years. I guess I'm just sad that it'll never be the same. I'm very happy for him, though. I'm glad he found someone that actually loves him. Like I've said before, that's a very hard thing to do. I hope they're together from now on. I really, really do.

I don't know why I'm so nostalgic. I always find myself missing the past. I wonder if that means I'm unhappy with the present. I don't think so, because I've always been this way. Yesterday I walked nearly ten miles, and a lot of the time I was thinking about Pensacola. I don't know if it qualifies as irony, but I think I miss that place more than I miss Samantha. I could write many, many pages about every little spot I miss; the colors, smells, the texture of whatever was under my feet, sounds...it seems like every little place you miss has its own special emotion attached to it. When I think of our little private place on the beach I feel one way, and when I think about walking the hot, vacant roads to get there I feel another way. I miss dodging traffic to get from Goofy Golf to Pizza Hut. I miss her room. I miss picking up pinecones in the back yard and playing with Ono. I really miss the flight down there. I miss Christmas in Pensacola. I even miss those barking dogs. I could tell you a thousand more things and have a page for every one. I wish I could forget all of it sometimes because it hurts so badly. Oh well, what can I do?

Haven't written in a while. Classes are going well. Believe it or not, I went to see Finding Nemo (9/10) yesterday. It was just as good or better than Monsters Inc.

I saw Josh as we were leaving. The families are going to the beach next week but, of course, I can't go because of school. I haven't been to a North Carolina beach in 5 or 6 years. The last time I was on a beach was in Pensacola. Speaking of which, I had a dream about Sam last night and now I'm wondering again (although it's been over a year now since we've talked) why she left me and didn't speak to me again. I wouldn't mind talking to her again, but that might not be a good idea. I wonder if I'll ever see her again.

I was in Pensacola, FL with Sam's family from December 19 to January 5. I was supposed to leave earlier, but there was a lot of snow and we delayed my departure.

It was a good Christmas. I met all of Sam's extended family. They were nice to me. Some of the things we did included visiting this place that I can't remember the name of. It's always done up for Christmas--lots of lights and rides and it has a church in the middle, which we visited. There were even buggies drawn by horses. It was very quaint and wonderful.

I thought it would be my first warm Christmas. But there were record lows this year. Sam's mother said it hadn't been that cold in decades. I even saw snow.

For future reference, remember: Ono's coughing fit in the hall, being squirted with the hose, pine cones, pink elephants, model car, opening presents.

Sam and I went to the Rave, which is an enormous movie theater. We saw Monster's Inc. (9/10) and Lord of the Rings (9/10). They were both very, very good.

A little less than three days.. Everyone asks me if I'm nervous about the flight. I was, but now I'm not. I doubt I will be.

This will the first Christmas away from my family. I'll miss it. I love getting together with my cousins. It's like old times.

I've been slack with my site. But now I've added some stuff and changed the look. Hope someone likes it. I can't wait for this semester to be done with. I have my evolution research paper due Tuesday and I haven't started. Also have my big literary research paper due. Oh well. I'm glad that's my problem, instead of starvation or something else. I'm fortunate in many ways. Anyway, I'm going back to Pensacola from December 19 to Jan 3. I'm nervous about the plane flight...and I usually love to fly. Also, we've already planned out next summer. I'm thinking about having another get together one night like we had here at graduation. Someone let me know what they think.

Sam and I went to Goofy Golf tonight. It was fun as always. I love that place. It's like a worn-in pear of pants. That was stupid but that's how it feels: like home. After that we went to Pizza Hut, which is about an eight minute walk. We got a medium stuffed crust, pepperoni and two drinks for $15.65 after tax. Then we went back to Goofy Golf and went inside to fool around with the arcade machines and pool tables. It was a good night. Oh man, simplicity.

Well as you probably know, I went to Pensacola for four days from July 19 to the 22nd, and then back again from August 4 to the 12th. Simply put, it was the best time of my life. I loved the beaches. They're so nice, especially compared to the ones North and South Carolina have to offer. Pensacola Beach is incredibly white. It's also incredibly hot. It rose over 110 one day. I'll be going back again for Labor Day weekend. I know that later I might laugh at my excitement about Pensacola, especially after I visit other parts of the world; however, when one hasn't travelled much, something such as this is great.

Just got back yesterday. It was even better this time. Left my camera in someone's car, though, so it'll be a while before I get the pictures. School starts Wednesday. Uh...I guess that's it. I'll be updating the rest of the site soon.

Alrighty, well I'm going back from August 3 to the 12th. I wonder when school starts back.

I think one of the biggest problems people have is that they limit themselves. Communists were communists because they went with what they knew, with no or little exploration beyond their usual line of vision. If you only listen to one band for a long time you will begin to only like that band, or like it much more than anything else and listen to it more frequently. If you only read one sort of book for a while, you're more unlikely to be open to reading different types later on. If one gets oneself on an action movie kick they will probably be less likely to want to watch comedies. Not around Black people or Mexicans much as a child? You'll be more intimidated by their presence later.

These are horrible examples, but I'm just saying that to be a better individual one should try to be not so individual. Or was that more confusing (defeating). It's the whole concept of being "well-rounded." All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Variety is the spice of life. These things are true. I need to do different things sometimes, and consciously break from routine every now and then. Walk on the grass beside the sidewalk; take the backroads; listen to Beethoven and Jazz and Japanese Rock and Roll; learn about opposing, different, strange, and foreign ideals, standards, customs, and life; eat different things, write a haiku, take pictures of ordinary places, read the classifieds.

My trip was awesome.

So this is where I'm going. I'm a little nervous, but I'm mostly excited. I can't wait to travel, and fly for the first time. I also love beaches, and Pensacola Beach is supposed to be a good one.