SteevAK

Yet another day has gone by in this endless summer. It used to be that I never wanted these summers to end, for the end of summer brought the beginning of school. That’s no fun. Now, I want this summer to end. I want it to end quickly. In fact, I would gladly go back to my studies right now. I’m apart from many of my friends, away from Seattle, and separated from Stacey. I’m working a boring job in a place I don’t want to be for the stuff of greed. Yet, I must push on. I’ve only been here a month and a half, and I still have two more months before I am released from this place. As of today, I have 65 more days until I fly back to Seattle. Sheesh.

I can remember my best summer ever which was between my junior and senior years of high school. That was the summer just before Rob and Drew left for college. We had a pretty tight posse going: me, Micah, Drew, Rob, Tim Wall, and Chris Tadlock. That was the summer we went to Malibu Young Life Camp. Ah, that was a very fun week. We did so much, and there was plenty of excitment. There I met Carrie Bergerson, my first crush. Haha. I’ll have to scan of picture of her. Then after Malibu we did all sorts of crazy stuff. None of us really had jobs that I can remember. We used up the long Alaska days to the fullest. That was a summer I definitely didn’t want to end.

The next summer, between my senior year of high school and freshmen year of college was also a good summer but not as good. I remember cruising through downtown Eagle River in Rob’s van with the gabber blaring and all of us screwing around. We made videos that summer. We did a couple of short movies (Chackie Jan and Spruce Pee was one), tapes of flying dummies, and records of us doing crazy stuff around town. I have to see if Micah still has those videos. I want to see them again. But things happened during that summer that permanently marred it. Things I want to forget, so I don’t want to think about them.

And now for something completely different, I saw “The Perfect Storm” last night. It was excellent in my opinion. The graphics were breathtaking at times. I was literally on the edge of my seat at points because, for once, I had no idea who would survive and who wouldn’t. I left the theater very impressed with it. I would definitely watch it again. It is the second best movie this year after “Gladiator” which is by far the best movie since “Saving Private Ryan”.

Thought of the day: The difference between three days and four days is more than twenty-four hours; it is misery transformed to happiness.