7-29-98: Soaring
I pop some boredom gum into my mouth, and pull on my silky wings sheer and pure. I escape into the blue sky amongst the cottony clouds.
I see a boy who doesn't speak unless spoken to. So silent. So handsome. So intelligent. What is he thinking? What does he want to do?
I see a girl who's scared. Scared of everything. Wondering if she'll get hurt.
I wonder who these people are, and make my way to a safe landing in the lush grass of the ground.
7-29-98: Camp, and Saving Private Ryan
I love camp. Right now I am concentrating on creating a system so that a computer robot will stack 3 blocks on top of each other. Jackie and I have become really good friends, and we have already exchanged phone numbers & e-mail addresses. We sit on the bus together and just talk about our schools and other people I know who go to her school. Another girl, "Kathleen", is great too, but I think Jackie tends to leave her out of stuff, because she was complaining about it to me this afternoon.
Jackie is....different. She's bold. And I mean bold. There's this brown eyed, brown eyed boy in our class. We don't mean to talk behind his back, but we can't seem to help it when he eats 3 ice cream cones along with 2 chicken patties & fries for lunch. He's lonely and nobody sits next to him, but whenever I say anything to him he acts obnoxious. Yesterday, Jackie went up to him and said,"Hey hot stuff, do you have any computer RAM? I really need some. You can put it in my cup" and she holds out an invisible cup. "Please?"
While Kathleen and I were laughing like crazy, he just sat there calmly and said,"I can't give RAM like that. You can go to a computer shop and buy some." No laugh, chuckle, smile, or grin was emitted from his mouth. He always seems to have a smirk though, which makes my skin crawl. We don't want to be mean to him. It's just that his personality doesn't really go along with anybody else's.
What I love most about camp is that almost everybody gets along because everybody is a part of the conversation. I do admit that there are outcasts, but I'm trying not to discrimate them because of how they act of what they do.
About Saving Private Ryan....I know from countless interviews with the cast and director to know that it's main purpose is to show why war is so horrible and how lucky we are that we don't have to fight in it. But I really can't help but think about what we think is "the end of the world" when war soldiers are put into that perspective. I can moan and whine about stupid things I dislike, but am I going to die? Do I have to watch people get blown apart? I just can't help but see things that way.
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