I played tennis with Jacob yesterday. It's a new fun I picked up lately. He consistently beats me, but I still believe that I'm better than him.
I have to make decisions that are too big for me to make. I wish God would just plop the answer down in my lap. He could start by telling me whether or not to take a gap year, and then he could tell me what to do in that year, or which college to go to (where to spend the next 4 years of my life).
Usually my blog is excerpts from my journal, unless it is excerpts from someone else. The reason I haven't written much on my blog lately is the same reason I've barely written more in my journal: I don't have much free time to think anymore. I don't even have time to read, except what I'm forced to read. Since I can't write anything anymore but college essays, here's something from someone else.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question. . .
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'
Let us go and make our visit.